Socially Awkward Stories of a Socially Un-awkward Person
August 14, 2009 | Emma Seemann
At some point I’m sure everyone walks into a screen door in front of the guy who just asked them out or trips over their own feet (I’ve done both). I just seem have more than my fair share of awkward and embarrassing moments. Every time something awkward happens I think I’ve had my dose of awkwardness for the quarter, but lo and behold, the next week something else happens!
Allow me to explain.
One day during the second week of school, I came home from working out at the rec. center like I usually do. To my surprise my roommate, Bosza, was home, a rare occurrence since we both have chaotic schedules. I wanted to take a shower. So I grabbed my shower bag, put on flip flops and wrapped a towel around myself and I marched off to the bathroom.
After my shower, I walked down the hallway to my room. To my immense horror, the door was locked! In a panic, I began banging on the door yelling for my roommate to let me in, but to no avail. My roommate had forgotten I was in the shower and locked the door.
I flumped down on our common room couch. What could I do? All my worldly possessions, including my cell phone and ID card rested peacefully on the other side of my locked bedroom door. Just my luck, right? One of my suitemates must have heard the banging and came out to my rescue. She lent me her phone to call the RA.
Our poor RA raced back to the dorms. She didn’t have a key to my room, but she had the number for the people who would. As my hair dripped down my back, she called the Mesa housing department. I figured this would be the end of my misery, but no, apparently that would be too kind.
“She has to come down there to get the key? I don’t think you understood me right; she’s in a TOWEL!” explained my RA. Then her face fell as she hung up the phone. She informed me that I would have to walk to the housing office in person to get a key. Yes, she was painfully aware that I did not have any clothes, but the housing office apparently didn’t care about this minor detail.
Emma safely back in her dorm.
So I tightened up my towel, grabbed my shower bag and marched right on out of my hall to the housing office as my wet hair dripped down my back.
I made the walk of shame in just a towel all the way across the Mesa lawn, past Commons, in broad daylight at four in the afternoon—just as my classmates were returning to their dorms.
Everyone gets to college and wants to make a good impression on everyone they meet. I sure made an impression–I’m just not sure if it was a good one!
