Blog 4

Evil Roommate

            It was a sunny day at The Ohio State University. My parent’s van comes to a stop when we arrive at the glistening Lane Avenue Hall. The dirty lobby of an old Holiday Inn™. The musty smell of thousands of visitors that have been there before me pierced my nostrils and lingered in the air. The RA staff eagerly awaited all who came in during moving day, so much so that it was creepy to say the least. They were like lions waiting to pounce on their prey.

“Hi! I’m Jen!” one blurted out to me, the line seemed very rehearsed and she was putting on a false amount of excitement.

 I signed in at the front desk and found I was on the 5^th floor. I looked around for my room # and found it posted right next to the elevator. It probably won’t be that bad, I bet they at least insulated the walls a little bit. I walked into the room and I heard a low buzzing, HMMMMMMMMMMMM the elevator was going down. Ok, so maybe they didn’t insulate it at all.

 “Hey Friend” I heard shouted from the doorway.

I went to go investigate to find a pale kid, about 5’6”. He had a polite smile, but didn’t seem to be as excited to meet me as he had sounded from the room.

“So guess we will be living together for the next year.” He said, not even asking my name, almost as if the arrangement would be temporary.

“My name is Miles, what is yours?” I asked him as friendly as possible at the moment.

I was tired because of the lack of sleep I had gotten the night before. I had stayed awake from the excitement of the whole new chapter of my life opening.

“Austin, Austin Ortiz” He stated

“MY dad donated this very dormitory.” There was a pompous feel to his presence.

 Like you almost heard his belittling thoughts about you. He reminded me of father.

            Fast forward one half of the semester. Everything was going smooth, I had all B’s, I had a group of friends, and basically I was set.  The room was completely different from when I moved in. Austin had pinned up pictures of Black Sabbath and Kate Upton. So these were just about the last things you want anyone to see in your room. He didn't even like them; he just put them up to make people visiting feel uncomfortable. Whenever he would have a visitor he would greet them after removing the posters beforehand and greet them to the previous grotesque looking side of his room. Also the one time I told him to make sure the room was spotless he purposely messed things up. I was going to bring back my 1 month girlfriend to hang out; it was the first time we ever went to my place. The floor was covered wall to wall with filth. Pizza boxes were strewn with bottles of various liquors scattered here and there. Needless to say I never took her there again. All of these actions were torture to my college career. But it was all worth it when he finally got caught.

            It was senior year, last semester. 

I think i did a good job with imagery. I also did a good job on characterization of the roommate. I slowed down and did a good job of focusing on a scene and describing it. It really helped with fully picturing the scene and giving it to the reader. I think this is by far my best writing.