You should never really walk home alone. And I know that. But what's a girl to do? I was tired. And wanted to go home. Not fall asleep on an uncomfortable futon in some sketchy off campus house with fraternity guys.
So I said my goodbyes and walked. Alllll the way home. Pretty far.
Nobody offered to walk me. Nobody said, "Call me so I know you made it home safe."
Where did that compassion for other human beings go?
Is it because I am not that important of a person that if something bad were to happen to me no one would care?
Sometimes I feel like that. Often these days.
I trudged past the other frats with the boys lingering outside. Just staring at me with their beer-glazed eyes.
Then it got dark. And quiet. Nothing but the noise of police sirens.
I hopped up the front steps to my door and walked up the stairs to my bedroom. Locked the door and prayed that nothing bad would happen while sleeping in my big, empty, house. With not a single roommate sleeping here but me.
I was living thousands of miles away in a foreign country all of last semester and come back to hear...
shane: "Yeah, Do you know Mary?"
kt: "Yes, I know her."
shane: "Oh yeaaah. Well anyways, she's not going to BU anymore. But hey, remember the time when she hated you so much? She would ask me if she was better looking than you."
kt: "Yes... I remember. However, she was always so nice to my face. Never once did I ever think she trashed talked me till I heard it through the grapevine. And it was because I liked the same boy she did, right?"
shane: "Yeah, that Aussie dude."
Onto the next party of the night. Sig Chi.
Jack & I walk up the stairs to see Jade and I step inside the room and see a familiar boy's face.
He says, "Oh Hey!! Yeah, so I heard about the 1618 Fredonia issues. And I think it is bullshit."
(Agreeing with Brittany on this one. The spawn of Satan.)
kt: "You're right. It IS Bullshit. And none of your business." Followed by a forced fake smile.
Then I stand there in awkwardness while Jackie socializes amongst randoms I don't know all the while praying to leave the frat house.
All I can say is.
Keep talkin shit. You're making me famous.
but really. I thought high school ended 3 years ago. When does the drama stop??
I called the English Department and the bitchy secretary was rude.
KT: "I'm sorry, did I offend you in any way?"
B.S. (Bitchy Secretary): "Um, no... BUT I'M TELLING YOU THERE IS NOTHING I CAN DO ABOUT IT .. BLABLABLALAA..."
KT (interrupts): "That is fine, I understand you do not have the authority to put me in a class that is already full and wait listed but you do not have to be rude about it. Thank you and have a nice day."
Then I called the teachers. And when they didn't respond. I emailed them. Only one emailed me back telling me her classes were full and there wasn't enough computer space.
On to the next professor. Robert DeGise.
He calls me back and we chat. I persuade him with my awesome argumentative skills and he sympathizes for me. He cannot put me into an already beyond full class but tells me to contact the Chairmen of the English department.
Which I do 2 minutes later.
Again, use my wit and charm and sure enough... after some persistence on his end ... he ends up putting me in the class I wanted.
She sat on her floor in her messy room desperately searching for some glue and scissors. All she could find was packaging tape and an empty stapler.
With a carefully thought out plan, she grabbed the recent postcard from her top drawer and began to white out the address. Carelessly ripping the photocopied map into an almost perfect rectangle to place over the Lovers Leap mountain view from New Mexico, she then wrote down her secret.
Flipped it over. And tried to write in a fat red marker the address.. but it smudged.
She grabbed a bank account statement letter and ripped off the bottom of it. Found a thin purple marker on the ground, and finished the task of writing the address.
She crept downstairs to the kitchen, slipped on her mothers flip flops and opened the front door.
The air felt nice against her warm skin. She ran all the way to the mailbox and all the way back to her front door. Without looking back.