Nuts. I made it three weeks into my life at university before locking myself out of my room! It’s a real pain, the locks on our rooms are Yale style so unless you deliberately stop them from locking, whenever you leave your room you need your keys with you. The first three weeks I managed this no problems, and I thought yesterday had been equally successful … I’d just finished hanging out with a few friends and was turning in when I realised I wanted to tell them something before going to sleep: I dashed out of my room in an effort to catch them before they disappeared, and then I heard the latch on my door as it slammed shut. Nuts.
So, I knocked on my friends’ door anyway, but instead of telling them what I originally had in mind I told them I’d locked myself out – and promptly proceeded to ask if I could crash on their floor for the night! Fortunately, being kind people as they are, they were more than happy; unfortunately a floor minus a mattress, or a cover, is not the most comfortable place to sleep. Oh well, I got back in my room this morning and nobody has laughed at me too much about it.
It was funny though, until yesterday when somebody from my floor (ground floor) had their room robbed I had been leaving my windows ajar to keep fresh air in, so had this person’s room not been robbed I would have been able to climb back in to my room without a problem. Not that this is the worst result of the person’s robbery! In actual fact, there’s a whole load of contributory factors to me having to spend the night on the floor, and had any one of these not taken place, I could have spent the night far more comfortably … Makes me think of the movie Run Lola Run which I saw for the first time the other day and would recommend anybody to watch.
Oh and uni is good. Far too much to say about it in the remainder of this post though.
