This weekend I had the... opportunity? to host two high school students for an event my college has annually to recruit new students. After spending my precious 2 hours of free time on Friday straightening up the room, cleaning the bathroom, and making sure the place looked nice, my students arrived. However, they were not at all what I was expecting. The girls came in and seemed very timid and shy. I assumed that this was just part of being on a college campus for the first time and staying with a total stranger for a weekend. Apparently, this was not the case.
The girls began to unpack and started talking to each other. They had the thickest southern accents I have ever heard in my life. For those of you who don't know me, I'm from the north. I am a proud yankee (although NOT a fan of the baseball team). One of them got in the shower and the other began talking to me. I didn't learn much about these girls through this conversation, although I did learn one vital thing: These girls were in eighth grade.
Yes. You read that right. I signed up to host high school kids and got middle school. Needless to say, I think God wanted to teach me a lesson in patience this weekend.
Within an hour of the girls' arrival my room was in shambles. They had brought more stuff than anyone would need to go away for a weekend, unless they were going camping. And all of this stuff was all over the room. My towels had been thrown on the bathroom floor, and one of them had forgotten to shut the shower curtain, so they were also wet. As they left for dinner, I was attempting to figure out how I would cross the room without tripping.
A little background information: I live in my dorm room alone. I have my own bathroom. I'm not the neatest person in the world, but I am a little on the territorial side. In short, I'd prefer that if someone wants to use something of mine that they ask first.
That evening I came home from work and jumped in the shower. I knew it was supposed to be a nice weekend, so I decided to shave my legs so that I could wear shorts. It was then that I realized my guests had so kindly used my razor.
Slightly more than irritated, I dried off and threw my razor in the trash. After getting dressed, I opened the bathroom door to discover my girls drinking mountain dew. At 11:30 p.m. On a night that I would have loved to go to bed early. Thankfully they didn't drink much of it and were asleep two hours later, which meant that I could finally enjoy my bed. And I did get a few laughs from their discussion.
The next morning, they awoke and supposedly attempted to be quiet getting ready. I woke up and heard a lot of strange noise, but went back to sleep after they left. When I finally got up two hours later, I noticed that some of my posters had been taken down. I guess they must not have passed the eighth grade cool test. I got ready for the day and went to lunch.
When I came back, I noticed that my underwear drawer had been left open, just an inch. I knew I had shut it when I left, so I opened it to discover that they had sorted my underwear based on the amount of fabric each one had.
Thankfully, this was the last odd thing they did all weekend, although they didn't look me in the eye again. Last night one of the girls made odd gurgling-talking noises most of the night and I woke up bright and early this morning to Ke$ha. Five times. And these southern belles were not trying to be quiet at all. I faded in and out of sleep for an hour and then woke up when they left. I was too awake to fall back asleep, so I got up and began piecing my room back together and enjoying the quiet.
They've been gone for almost an hour. The funny thing is, I almost miss them. Almost.
