Let’s start at the far corner of the five-bedroom apartment with the biggest room in the place – here we have Kathryn, the girl who’s swamped with classes, practices, and her significant other. We don’t see her very often but when we do, Kathryn can usually be found curled up on the couch enjoying a rerun of Duck Dynasty and offering to comfort and cuddle with anyone and everyone. Next room down is Mikayla, the total neat freak who will kill you if you walk into her room with shoes on – yes she installed a rug and yes she will hit you if you get the sole of your shoe anywhere near it. Mikayla is also always making sure the place stays clean and usually frowns upon the empty cereal boxes left on the kitchen table. The third room in the apartment is the ultra quiet, totally in love, nicest girl in the world Taylor. We don’t always know when she’s even in the apartment – the girl is that quiet! Taylor and her boyfriend have been in her room for close to four hours without the rest of us even having a clue! How they pull this off we aren’t sure but hey more power to them. The fourth room in the apartment is home to Mandie – the stereotypical messy, somewhat smelly, disorganized roommate. Mandie’s room truly looks as if a bomb went off in it and could possibly require an exterminator by the end of the semester let alone the entire year. Mandie can usually be found on Pinterest browsing ideas for Christmas gifts and fitness motivation posts. Then you come to my room – the beautiful, neat, put together palace that it is... kidding, completely kidding. It’s a mess of practice clothes, a way too bright tapestry, and lots of leftover glitter from Halloween. I guess you could say I’m the roommate who constantly blares music and can be found napping whenever we have a spare hour from practice or classes.
So when you take the five of us who are nothing alike and throw us into an apartment consisting of one single hallway with two bathrooms on the ends and a kitchen slash living area in the middle, there are sure to be plenty of absurd stories coming on a nightly basis. Here’s one of the quality events that has occurred in Campbell 308 this semester…
It was a quiet, peaceful Monday morning around 10 am. We have Monday’s off from practice so naturally it means naptime for me. I had just gotten back into bed after my dreaded 830 class, when out of nowhere there was a screech from the kitchen. Confused as ever, I got out of bed and stuck my head out of the door to see Kathryn freaking out, squealing by the microwave, and yelling that the place was on fire. Hearing fire, I ran over only to find that the microwave wasn’t on fire – but it was spitting out sparks at a pretty rapid pace. One would think that Kathryn’s first move would have been to turn the microwave off when she saw the sparks right? Yeah no she let it keep going and create more sparks. Thinking with my brain (for like, the first time ever) I turned off the microwave and just like magic the sparks stopped. Kathryn quickly grabbed the plate with her breakfast sausage out of the microwave only to realize that the plate was burning hot and the links were legitimately smoking… Needless to say, the sausage was thrown out and maintenance was called to fix our sparking microwave.So there you have it everyone, just a quick look into the zoo like apartment that is Campbell 308.
xoxo Rachel
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