I didn’t take late classes, as I preferred to be home earlier. My roommates liked to sleep until noon or have ample hours of designated nap time during the afternoon so I was always home first. As I waited on the couch with my duffel bag packed and ready to go, I sat in silence waiting for the crew to get home and tried to listen for the bastards taking over our wall linings.
This was before cell phones, archaic I know. It felt like I was waiting for hours when now I could have sent a text, updated a status or started a group “My apartment is taken over by mice!” Before all that technology was available we did crazy things like knock on doors. I wanted to see what the rest of the quad was going; we should all go together- try to get a group rate or something. I started knocking on my neighbor’s door – to my surprise that bitch from Res Life hadn’t yet called everyone. I chalked it up to her trying to figure out the finance part. Before she had to deal with more angry students. I let my neighbors know of the infestation and how we had to leave tonight, etc etc. As soon as I finished being the bearer of bad news for at least 2-3 apartments full of people I headed home and was greeted by my roommates. I dropped the bad news. Instead of the historically comedic reaction I was counting on from Shaniqua I was met with denial. NO one believed me – they said I must be joking. Why would I lie about this? I explained I just went through the quad informing anyone who was home. Call the office for yourself!
Then the phone rang.
Maybe it was my cold reaction to Shaniqua’s fears of having mice parasites take over her intestines or maybe Tia Maria* couldn’t miss out on the fun. On the phone was a high school friend of Emilita & Shaniqua, Tia Maria. Calling to let them in on the fun she just had with me. Mrs. Whoever from the Res Life office was our very own Tia Maria calling from her dorm room to have some fun. Prank calls are the genetic gift given to all of their home town's residents. There were no mice in the walls, there was no extermination, I didn’t need to pack up for the weekend – I needed to go through the quad and take back what I had just explained – if only I could have text them, updated my status or sent an email.