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It did get better once The Cheerleader moved in next door. Her "real" name was Tara, and she was actually a cheerleader, for CSU, so somewhat famous on campus, and a bit of a steadying influence on the trio. We all know how well triads work in female friendships, don't we? (Guys: it doesn't. Someone is always on the outside looking in at a much more solid connection, and someone else is being gossiped about. A lot.) I think you can see where this trio headed...
She was kinda the cream to the black coffee and sugar, trying to take something a bit bitter, and unpalatable to some, and steady out the "sweetness" of someone trying to please all the people all the time by adding a touch of something smooth, and easier to take. I did like her, but she was definitely Mary-Jo's type, not mine.
Tara came with a sorority attitude. This was the year she was going to pledge, and they spent hours on the floor of my room planning which one, discussing the merits, and of course the all important connection each had with a sort of "brother" fraternity, therefore making this decision all the more critical.
I just went to my math classes. They went to most of their classes. They were both psych majors. Tara was on her third major. (Can you see how choosing a sorority might take some time when you can't decide what to study?)
Then came the afternoon I couldn't get into my room. I'd gotten past the front door, because it wasn't after hours yet, and I had my ID and keys (two items I checked for constantly - did NOT want to be without them in any circumstance.) However, I couldn't get my room open. The doorknob key worked just find, but the deadbolt wouldn't turn.
Puzzled, I knocked on Tara's door. No answer. Of course I had no cell phone, so I knocked on my own dorm room door. "Mary-Jo? Are you in there?" No answer. Dead silence. Frustrated, I sat down to formulate a plan. I don't know how long I was sitting there until I started hearing faint noises from inside MY room. I decided to wait it out. She, or someone, was in there, had surely heard me knock, and was maybe thinking about letting me in.
I was still waiting when I met Deanna. She wandered by, I knew she lived on our floor, and I said hi.
"Oh, the old forgot the tie on the door thing...how rude. Wanna come down to my room and meet my hideously gross roommate while you wait?"
Why not. I didn't know about ties, but at least there was another person with a rude roommate, and she seemed nice. Anything to pass the time...
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