Hampton I Am Here!

Wow, I have just arrived in Hampton Tennessee. This is a whole new world for me. It's very laid back and it seems kind of slow. This is the polar opposite of my urban upbringing. There seems to be a shortage of available men and this town is filled with a huge appetite for football. Football is the most important thing at this school and I would have to say cheerleading is next. I am so not the cheerleader type. I am a geek. Ok, I am a cool geek. I have the body of a cheerleader and the energy of a slug. I have to drink some redbull; because of the few potentials that I have noticed 4 of them had letterman jackets. One part of me wanted to puke at the thought of being with a letterman, and the other part was ready to chant: "Give me an H" and then do a quick summer sault soon after. I love the fact that this school is full of diversity too! Me being an equal opportunity dater and all, I am really looking forward to taking advantage of all possibilities :-) But I have to stay focused and save all my calories on my "roommates".

I was the first "roomie" is our pad. It's a step over a dorm. I live in an apartment off-campus but it's a part of the schools housing system. I will share this pad with three other girls and they will be coming soon. I am happy that I am the first one here, however I am very apprehensive and find that I have too much time imagining 3 huge monsters storming in here while I am sleep and attacking me!

Next day.....

Ok so I wake up and eat my normal breakfast. Special K w/ a banana in my special purple bowl. I absolutely cannot function in the morning without my dose of the "K". You know how some people can't function w/o coffee, for me its special K. I clean out my favorite bowl and go to my room to chill. I am sitting in my room enjoying my last day of watching talk shows and soap operas. Today is Friday and school starts this Monday. Am I nervous? A little, but I am more nervous about these roomies! Before I can even settle my nerves I hear something; wait a minute it's the door! What do I do? Do I run and greet the first roomie? Do I run into the bathroom? Or do I simply close my bedroom door? I don't have time to think this out. What would you do? Of course you would, but you’re not Shi Shi.

I am no greeter. I am not rude either, so I grab my towel and dart to the bathroom. I quickly turn on the shower, strip and jump in. Damit the water is cold!! I deserve this steam of ice water for being rude. Finally beads of hot water join the ice water and I begin to enter into a world of calmness. I shampoo my hair and relax. I exfoliate completely, brush my hair and wrap my body with my towel. I breathe really deep and open the door. I head toward the noise that I am hearing coming out of the kitchen to greet the first roomie and to my surprise.........

There stood a healthy woman with purple hair and all black on. Before I could even calm my facial muscles as to hide my obvious shock of her appearance my eyes are socked with the most offensive sight ever!!!! This chick was indulging in the "K". My "K"!! Then to add insult to injury she was digging her spoon; correction "my spoon" into my PURPLE bowl!!!!!!!! This is treason, and my mind is thinking off with her head!!!!! I don't know what to say? My eyes were bulging.

Before I could say anything, my roomie did the honors. "Hi my name is Steff, I am your new roomie" she says with Special K residue resting in the corners of her mouth. All I am thinking is do you eat people's shit without asking on the planet you come from. But I have to be reserve. I will be living with her for 2 semesters, not to mention she could snap me as easy as my grandma snaps green beans preparing for Sunday dinner.

I tell her nice to meet you in a casual way. She begins to tell me about where she is from, what she hopes will happen and how excited she is about being a student at HU. I am not absorbing any of it. I am simply thinking how can I get my bowl and spoon away from the human garbage disposal without getting my ass kicked! I decide to tell her a little about myself and then I kindly tell her that I am very systematic and really cannot deal with eating off plates that are not mine as well as bowls, forks and spoons. She was very responsive to my disclousure and quickly apologized then discarded the remaining "K" and began to wash my bowl and spoon. I told her not to worry about it that I am working on my problem. I felt bad in a way. Why couldn't I just say "Don't eat my shit, you idiot"? But it got the mission accomplished. Steff asked me to join her with, as she was excited and wanted to tour the campus. I told her no thanks that I needed to do some unpacking and maybe I would catch up with her later. The truth is I didn't like her! And she better damn well keep her grubby hands of the "K"; my "K"!!!