appeased. Pretty stupid, but true.
Finally, it's after nine o'clock, and I'm tired. So I trudge back home, getting soaked all over again. But when I get to my room, I realize that I left in such a hurry earlier that I forgot to grab my keys. I can still see them just sitting on my desk. So I knock on the door, and although I'm pretty sure I can hear whispering, no one answers.
“It's me, Liz. I forgot my key; let me in.”
Now I hear suppressed giggles–Liz and Jordan–like this is some big joke. But no one comes to the door. I knockeven louder this time. “It's late and I'm tired, Liz. Please, let me in.”
But still she doesn't open the door. Now I'm feeling a mixture of anger and humiliation. I feel like an idiot for walking off without my keys, but even so, that's no reason for her to act this way. What are those two doing in there? The thought of them–well, getting physically intimate–in My room is just way over the top! I mean, I don't actually know if that's what's going on, but on the other hand, I wasn't born yesterday!
Anyway, the whole thing is just too much for me, and I eventually stomp back downstairs to the lobby and flop down on the vinyl couch. Where I am still sitting now. So, do I just spend the night down here–cold and damp and enraged–or do I keep bugging Liz until she lets me in? I know that if I make her mad, she'll make me miserable. And I'm not sure I want to risk that–not just yet anyway–although part of me simply doesn't care. And now I feel completely certain that I want a new roommate, and that she should be the one to move out. But most of all, I feel confused and tired and just plain lost. What would Jesus do under these same circumstances? Turn the other cheek? Sleep on the couch? What?
DEAR GOD, WHY AM I GOING THROUGH THIS? HAVE I DONE SOMETHING WRONG? ARE YOU TRYING TO TELL ME SOMETHING? SHOULD I SEE ABOUT SWITCHING ROOMMATES NOW? PLEASE, SHOW MEWHAT TO DO BECAUSE I DON'T THINK I CAN TAKE TOO MUCH MORE OF THIS. AMEN.
Friday, September 27
Well, Liz found me in the lobby this morning and acted all surprised and even just a tiny bit sorry.
“What are you doing down here?” she asked with feigned innocence.
“W-what time is it?” I stammered, thinking I must've been late for my first class since Liz never got up early.
She shrugged. “Didn't you know the door was unlocked?”
I looked at my watch to see it was only six. I peered at Liz suspiciously. “Last time I tried the door it was nearly midnight,” I said in a flat voice.
“We must've fallen asleep.”
I glared at her but said nothing.
“Jordan went home just after midnight, and I left the door unlocked all night long. I thought you'd let yourself in. That's too bad you forgot your key.”
“Too bad for me, you mean.” I narrowed my eyes. “Came in pretty handy for you.”
She rolled her eyes at me. “You're acting like I planned the whole thing, Caitlin. It's not my fault you walked off without your key. Just because we share a room doesn't mean I have to take care of you.”
I grabbed my backpack and started to head up, then realized I still didn't have a key. I turned andlooked at Liz. “Are you going back up?”
She smiled in a smirky way. “Yeah, I just thought I better check on you.”
“I thought you said you didn't have to take care of me.”
She flipped a long dark strand of hair over her shoulder. “I don't.”
We didn't speak on the way up, and as soon as we got to our room, Liz crawled right back into bed. I wished I could do the same but knew I'd never get up in time to make it to class. Instead I took a quick shower, then hurried over to the early morning prayer meeting that Stephen and Bryce had told me about. I was a little late, but no one seemed to notice. And to my relief, there were a couple of other girls there too. I briefly met them afterward (Sarah and Ashley) and found out they live in a dorm on the other side of campus. I asked them if they knew anyone looking for
Finally, it's after nine o'clock, and I'm tired. So I trudge back home, getting soaked all over again. But when I get to my room, I realize that I left in such a hurry earlier that I forgot to grab my keys. I can still see them just sitting on my desk. So I knock on the door, and although I'm pretty sure I can hear whispering, no one answers.
“It's me, Liz. I forgot my key; let me in.”
Now I hear suppressed giggles–Liz and Jordan–like this is some big joke. But no one comes to the door. I knockeven louder this time. “It's late and I'm tired, Liz. Please, let me in.”
But still she doesn't open the door. Now I'm feeling a mixture of anger and humiliation. I feel like an idiot for walking off without my keys, but even so, that's no reason for her to act this way. What are those two doing in there? The thought of them–well, getting physically intimate–in My room is just way over the top! I mean, I don't actually know if that's what's going on, but on the other hand, I wasn't born yesterday!
Anyway, the whole thing is just too much for me, and I eventually stomp back downstairs to the lobby and flop down on the vinyl couch. Where I am still sitting now. So, do I just spend the night down here–cold and damp and enraged–or do I keep bugging Liz until she lets me in? I know that if I make her mad, she'll make me miserable. And I'm not sure I want to risk that–not just yet anyway–although part of me simply doesn't care. And now I feel completely certain that I want a new roommate, and that she should be the one to move out. But most of all, I feel confused and tired and just plain lost. What would Jesus do under these same circumstances? Turn the other cheek? Sleep on the couch? What?
DEAR GOD, WHY AM I GOING THROUGH THIS? HAVE I DONE SOMETHING WRONG? ARE YOU TRYING TO TELL ME SOMETHING? SHOULD I SEE ABOUT SWITCHING ROOMMATES NOW? PLEASE, SHOW MEWHAT TO DO BECAUSE I DON'T THINK I CAN TAKE TOO MUCH MORE OF THIS. AMEN.
Friday, September 27
Well, Liz found me in the lobby this morning and acted all surprised and even just a tiny bit sorry.
“What are you doing down here?” she asked with feigned innocence.
“W-what time is it?” I stammered, thinking I must've been late for my first class since Liz never got up early.
She shrugged. “Didn't you know the door was unlocked?”
I looked at my watch to see it was only six. I peered at Liz suspiciously. “Last time I tried the door it was nearly midnight,” I said in a flat voice.
“We must've fallen asleep.”
I glared at her but said nothing.
“Jordan went home just after midnight, and I left the door unlocked all night long. I thought you'd let yourself in. That's too bad you forgot your key.”
“Too bad for me, you mean.” I narrowed my eyes. “Came in pretty handy for you.”
She rolled her eyes at me. “You're acting like I planned the whole thing, Caitlin. It's not my fault you walked off without your key. Just because we share a room doesn't mean I have to take care of you.”
I grabbed my backpack and started to head up, then realized I still didn't have a key. I turned andlooked at Liz. “Are you going back up?”
She smiled in a smirky way. “Yeah, I just thought I better check on you.”
“I thought you said you didn't have to take care of me.”
She flipped a long dark strand of hair over her shoulder. “I don't.”
We didn't speak on the way up, and as soon as we got to our room, Liz crawled right back into bed. I wished I could do the same but knew I'd never get up in time to make it to class. Instead I took a quick shower, then hurried over to the early morning prayer meeting that Stephen and Bryce had told me about. I was a little late, but no one seemed to notice. And to my relief, there were a couple of other girls there too. I briefly met them afterward (Sarah and Ashley) and found out they live in a dorm on the other side of campus. I asked them if they knew anyone looking for
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