At 9:30 pm I already was tired of studying Geology. Coincidentally I went to the front desk at the same time my friend Cuong’s program started: Free Root Beer Floats! I don’t even like root beer very much, but I decided to stay around – I was tired and wanted some distraction to relax my mind. I had my notes with me, neatly written with my fountain pen, and on nice ivory paper. I spread the sheets of paper on the desk, and while sipping root beer I read what I had written about the types of rocks and magma. First I disliked the taste of the beverage – but ice cream, I must confess, improved the flavor of it; and improved it in a way that made me refill my cup.
Alex was getting excited with the songs he was choosing on YouTube, and couldn’t stop arguing with Cuong, who wanted to listen to [and sing along, and dance..] different songs. In order to end the mess they were making behind the front desk it was decided that the freshmen hanging around could pick whatever songs they wanted, and which RLA they wanted to see dancing that song. The idea did not bother me much because I was simply hanging out for a while before going back to Geology.
After deliberating with his friends one of our 1st floor residents, Kyle, came to the front desk with his decision: “We want this song… And we want the FOUR of you to dance it..!”. That was when I raised my head and looked around… to my surprise they had included me.
- Hold on… what do you mean by “the FOUR of you”? – and my hand accidentally bumped into my cup, and made the content of it spill all over my notes.
I ran desperately to stop the black river that my ink formed on the desk and had started dripping on the floor. Nobody paid attention to me, though – only Tasmia, 3 minutes later, realized what was going on when leaving the front desk for some reason. She started to laugh at what she described as the “not happy, though not very sad face” I had, and helped me clean the mess I made.
Those were just random notes I took while studying this afternoon, so losing them was not a major disaster. Though still was pretty depressing to see them all blurred by root beer and ice cream. “See, that’s why I’ve never liked root beer…”, I said to Tasmia, who couldn’t stop laughing. It was pretty comic, indeed. I had to laugh at my clumsiness. I was so annoyed at my loss [nice paper; black ink; ice cream; and even root beer], that I decided to go back to the computer lab to study.
I wonder if I will ever recover from such traumatizing experience…
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