Blog 7

Final Draft Long Essay

          I had always had a set plan in my head of what I believed was going to happen with my life. Before this experience I would have never believed anyone who told me that my plans would change. However, when an awful experience happened in my life, fate rewarded me with a new experience. This experience changed my life forever. It made me realize that plans may not always go as you imagined them, sometimes they will go even better.

            We had so many plans, my best friend Jackie and I. We had graduated from community college together and were starting our next journey in life. This meant being roommates at Kean University. The first two month were awesome. We had been having the time of our lives, as well as both doing very well in school. However, around the middle of October I had met a group of girls from class. We began hanging out with them all the time. I soon realized that I did not get along with them as well as Jackie did. They always wanted to go out partying, whereas, I was more interested in doing well in school. This had caused some distance between Jackie and I but we had a talk that week about how we would always be best friends and just because we had other friends nothing would change. This is why what happened next is something I never could have imagined.  

            I was sitting in class when I got a text from Jackie saying she needed to tell me something. “What’s up?” I asked her. She told me that she felt as though living together had ruined our friendship. She also told me that she had moved her stuff out of our room and that she was going to be living with the other girls from now on. I was dumfounded. I never imagined that she would do something like that. We usually talked about everything. Whenever we had an issue, we talked it out. I was amazed that she had not said something to me about it before. Especially when we had just spent the entire day before shopping together and had a great time. She had even told me “I had so much fun today, we need to have days with just us two more often.” When I got back to the room I knew I would find an empty side. However, I never imagined that I would find half of MY stuff gone also. This infuriated me. I texted her asking where my stuff was. She replied, “Oops must have accidentally taken it.” I instantaneously knew that she had done this to get a rise out of me. I calmly asked her to return my stuff the next day and that I was very upset so I did not want to talk to her for a few days.

            The next day I was not going to be home. So I asked my suitemate to let Jackie in so that she could return my stuff. She said it was no problem. Now, my suitemate and I had never really been friends. She was a huge pot head who liked to get high and go to parties till all hours of the night. I didn’t bother her and she didn’t bother me, we just stayed out of each other’s way. However, she and Jackie had hated each other. They had an altercation the day we moved in and had never gotten along since. When I returned home that day I was surprised to see her moving her stuff out as well. Just then I got a call from my Residence Hall Director asking me to come down to his office. As I walked downstairs I was completely confused about what was going on. He brought me into his office and shut the door. He then told me that Jackie had told my suitemate I was spreading rumors about her and telling people that she was a slut. He said he knew that none of this was true but that he had to respect their wishes to be put in different rooms. I could not figure out why Jackie had made up something like that? Was it because I told her I didn’t want to speak to her for a while? Whatever the reason, I burst out into tears. My RHD then told me that he made the girls sign no contract orders so that they would not be allowed to have any contact with me and that if they did try to contact me they would be reported to the dean of residence life. I was so confused how my whole world had changed so much in a matter of two days. All the plans that I had and that Jackie and I had made together were completely destroyed.

          I didn’t think that there was anyway the week could get any possible worse. But it did, the moment I remembered it was Halloween that weekend and that I was supposed to be going to party with my now ex best friend. However, my other friend, Luke, had other plans for us. He sent me a text that he was coming over. When he got there, he was very surprised by what he saw. The room that was once so cluttered and full was now empty. The bed that had housed ten blankets at a time was completely bare down to the mattress and frame. When Luke had gotten over his initial shock he decided it was time to fill me in on what the weekend’s plan was going to be. His plan? Let’s go to Temple University for Halloween. All of his friends from home went there so we had a place to stay and Temple was known for their insane parties. Due to recent events I didn’t have any other plans so I figured, why not?

        I had work on Friday until six. When I got done I rushed back to school, packed my stuff, and met Luke at his dorm. The first stop was the most important, the liquor store. I ended up deciding on my favorite drink, a bottle of Fireball Whiskey. I figured getting a whole bottle would allow me to drink some now and have some for a few more weekends. After the liquor store we got on the road to start our journey to Temple University. Neither of us knew what was going to happen that night, but we were ready for an adventure.

         When we finally got to Temple we met up with his friend Matt that we were going to be staying with. He was a nice kid, an engineering major. He lived on campus in the dorms that were an immense amount nicer then the dorms at Kean. Matt told us that there were a million parties going on and that we were going to just walk around and stop at a few. He also mentioned that he had a friend named Anthony who owned a house down the street and that we were probably going to end up there by the end of the night. We quickly got ready and headed out with our backpack full of liquor. While we were walking we started taking shots from our individual bottle. The first two shots burned my throat but after that the drinks started going down smoother and smoother until they began to taste like water.

       We wandered to about five different parties, each one the same. They all consisted of drunk girls dressed in slutty costumes, drunk dudes hitting on the slutty girls, and then the people who were just looking to be drunk. That is the category we fell under. After we decided that these parties all sucked, Matt suggested that we go their friend Anthony’s house. It was only a short two minute walk. However being as drunk as I was it only felt like thirty seconds. This place was different than the others. It was a chill spot with only around fifteen people there. We liked it, so we decided to stay. I remember playing beer pong and flip cup but the events that happened after that all seemed to be a blur.

        The next morning I woke up in Matt’s dorm. My head was killing me and I knew that I was definitely still drunk. The boys woke up around the same time. “What the hell happened last night?” I asked. They both began laughing. Like I said before I remember playing beer pong and flip cup. I just couldn’t remember much of anything after that. I vaguely remember telling some guy he was cute and giving him my number. However, today I had no idea what his name was, what he looked like, or if my sober self would think he was cute. They told me that the kid had come to the party with some of the people that lived with Matt and that right away I walked up and told him I thought he was adorable and that he had the most beautiful blue eyes ever.  I also apparently gave him my number and told him to call me. I then asked Luke and Matt where my bottle had gone to. They informed that instead of drinking some of it like I planned, I had drank the entire thing last night. That explained a lot.

         The whole ride home I was curious about this guy I met at the party. What was his name? What had I said to him? I figured that I had probably made a fool of myself and that he would never text me. I thought wrong. Later that night Luke and I were getting ready to go to a party on campus and I got a text from a random number. “Hey, it’s Roger. I don’t know if you remember this but you gave me your number last night at Anthony’s house.” I have to admit I was a little excited to hear from this mystery man. I showed Luke and he also thought it was pretty awesome. He told me that this kid and I had talked all night at the party and that we couldn’t keep ourselves away from each other. After a few questions I found out some things that I had been wondering the night before. His name was Roger Roper. He was in fact adorable, which I found out after some Instagram stalking, and he was interested in getting to know me.

         After a week of texting nonstop, Roger asked if I would like to have dinner with him Friday night. I said that I would love to. However, he lived about an hour away in central Jersey. He assured me that it wasn’t a problem for him to drive. He came up Friday night and we took the train into Hoboken for dinner. The conversation flowed so easily. On top of that I thought he was the most adorable guy I had ever met. He was tall, about six foot, with clear blue eyes, blonde hair, and a nice clean cut beard. I had always had a thing for beards. Roger and I walked around Hoboken until we found somewhere to eat dinner. It was a little Mexican place called Sabores. The dinner was delicious. However, it took us a longtime to eat because we couldn’t stop talking. When we were finished our dinner we wandered into a bar called Green Rock. We had a few drinks and then walked around some more. After that we decided it was time to get home. When we got back to campus I invited Roger to stay the night because I knew in my gut that this guy was different.

         Since that night Roger and I have been inseparable. We have been dating for about six months now, although it feels much longer than that. In those six months Roger has become not only my best friend, but the person that I plan on spending the rest of my life with. I had plans on what exactly was going to happen with the rest of my life, plans with my best friend. When that friendship fell apart I felt like the plans and my future were ruined. Little did I know that fate had much bigger plans for me. This experience made me realize that nothing is every concrete and plans can change in a matter of seconds. However, when one door closes, fate will reward you with opening a new door. If you are lucky this new door will bring something, or someone, into your life that will change it forever.