Life. Apartment 29. Four girls living under one roof: Neltje Maynez, Whitney Anderson, Cecilly Francisco, Amy Baxter. This is our apartment, our year. Our LIFE. We are here to live, learn, cry, laugh, creep, skip, jump, play, yell. This is our story...and our confessions.
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
Love Spells T-I-M-E
This last weekend was a strange one for apartment 29. However, it has seemed that our lil’ group has been divided, which is really easy in a four person apartment.
This story is so completely circumstantial, so ridiculous, you may not believe it happened in a 24-hour time period.
It all started on Sunday. Lil’ ames told Whitney and I that she was going to go to a party (Sat night) she didn’t come back until Sunday morning, wearing a DUDES SHIRT!!!! At first, I was baffled, but then I thought that Ames probably just borrowed it from a guy friend or something. (Honestly, my first thought was, ‘I’ve been that shirt on James before, it looks heckalot familiar”, but I discarded this thought as foolish.) Whitney, Cecilly and I skipped to church, but we knew all was not well in apartment 29. After sacrament meeting, Whitney decided that we needed to go get Ames and have her come to church. We all trooped back to the apartment, and Ames seemed so out of it. None of us thought she did anything wrong, we were just sad that she was missing church! Cecilly had me and Whitney sit down and we listened to President Uchdorf’s general conference talk, where he talked about knowing what is important in life. After the talk was over, Cecilly and Ames called Whitney and I into the room…
They had played a lil’ trick on us. It was essentially a test for the roomies, I think we passed. We were able to talk openly about what had been bothering us and what we needed to work on as an apartment and individually. This is what I took away from it: don’t act like a fool all the time, be responsible so not only one person has to, don’t assume everyone is ok…you have to ask, don’t judge people on what they appear to do, but what they actually do.
That last part really stuck with me. I had never really thought about what I thought about Ames. I guess, I have always treated her maybe a little differently than Whitney and Cecilly. And I really appreciated that we could all talk.
Amidst all this talking, we accidentally missed Sunday school and Relief Society. I think that resolving roommate issues was a more pressing issue because they are the little “family” that we have in college. It’s hard to go to church if you have issues with your family.
After getting home, we get a knock on the door…at first we thought it was James because he was our photographer for our roomie pictures we were going to do later that day. But LO AND BEHOLD…a troop of young ladies…the Relief Society Presidency.
As they made their way to our couch, we were baffled by their visit. We had missed two church meetings, but we had gone the most important, Sacrament meeting!
After many long and awkward pauses and questions, they ended up leaving, and we were confused as ever.
But, we had no time to lose. As it so happened, Apt 29 decided a couple weeks ago that this Sunday was going to be roomie pic Sunday. We chose James as our photographer.
Piling into the bug, we were happy as could be, it was a beautiful day and we were content. We swung by my house to get my camera. I was able to give everybody a tour of my house, which turned into James jumping on my bed, acting the inverse of his age. This was just the beginning.
Driving to Sundance (where we took the pics) was a huge ordeal. James literally was being a kid. He tried to put his feet on the dashboard, whined about the temperature in the car, distracted me while I was driving and made us re-consider asking him to be our photographer. I honestly did not mind his behavior, which I find rather hilarious and endearing, but the looks on the faces of my roomies told me they thought otherwise.
Sundance was beautiful. I was really psyched to get some great pics. Turned out that the batteries on my camera were dying. James was having too much fun with the camera, which he couldn’t figure out, and tempers started flaring; including mine.
When we arrived back to the apartment complex, Cecilly and I sought refuge in Apt 24. They were just chilling on their couches listening to Christmas music. Cecilly and I arrived in our footsie pajamas confused and agitated. It was so strange, I wanted to cry, laugh, yell…all at the same time. The day was just so strange that I didn’t even know what to feel. I was glad I talked to the roomies, happy I got to spend time with James, sad that he was being weird, laughed because it was funny, sad because talking with the roomies made me realize things I’ve been doing wrong…But talking to Ryan really calmed me. He put things into perspective and just talking to him and getting his thoughts on thing made me realize how silly I am…
We left calm and collected, with our minds at ease.
But still….
WHAT A WEIRD DAY.
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