In a Note to my Future
College Roommate
I get along with most people, but please don’t tell me you
have a harmless pet snake named Fangs. I
hate spiders, lizards, and anything else that goes bump in the night. Now wait! Before you beg the housing office
for a new roommate, let me also say that I can be counted on to protect you
should the need arise.
I first stayed in the dorm as a fourteen-year-old summer
ballet student. About halfway through
the session, my roommate woke me very late one night. For a change, I woke up right away. Even without my glasses I could see her big
eyes as she pointed to the door. There
was a scratching sound outside. “Grab
something,” I whispered. She snatched a
pair of scissors while I reached for a bottle of 409. If our visitor succeeded in entering, I
planned on squirting some cleaner in his eyes.
Suddenly I remembered…dial 2222 for the campus police. I crept to the phone while the intruder
yelled and banged at the door. When the
police arrived, they took him away, and we slept happily ever after.
I don’t have a black belt in karate, but I did manage to
stay calm under pressure. (That’s
strange, considering I’m not that calm when I’m not under pressure.) Anyway…remember your bottle of 409, and we’ll
be just fine.
Then students wrote a list of 5 things that would make them a good roommate
Students picked one of the 5 that has a good story behind it. Tell the story of one time they exhibited this good quality. Eight or more words.
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