In Rachael’s Room
The following reflection was written in 2003, when I was between 25 and 26 years old.
As the snow came down hard on the night before we were to depart home for Christmas, Russel and I stayed over in Rachael’s room in Academy Hall rather than in our own Cluster House at the back end of campus. It was strange to me to be sleeping in the room of a girl who I was merely friends with and he had just started dating, even if there was no one there.
There was some concern that the back part of campus might lose power and we didn’t want to walk all the way across for breakfast in the morning. So, Russel stayed in Rachael’s vacant bed and I stayed in her roommate’s vacant bed.
When we got up in the morning we watched Point Break. I don’t know whose movie it was, but it was okay. It’s that one with Patrick Swayze and Keanu Reeves and Keanu infiltrates Swayze’s secret gang or something.
Though I was extraordinarily uncomfortable with the whole thing, I was grateful that Rach had allowed us to borrow her room for our final night of the Fall semester.