I was a loser in high school and I was going to be a loser in college too. I was going to go day by day, watching life pass me by, and I wasn’t going to care one bit. But aside from good grades, what was I going to be bringing with myself out of college? A degree, a possible future? That’s fine and dandy but what about everything else? What kind of stories, memories, would I have? Getting that ‘A’ in class or staying up late finishing the award winning paper? What about the rest of life?
My stomach twisted as I watched my future flash before my eyes. I was old and wrinkled, sitting in a rocking chair and reading with thick, coke-bottle glasses on my face. My husband would be sitting next to me, his glasses matching my own. We would sit there silently, neither of us trying to have any type of conversation. The silence wouldn’t be new; the two of us would have the type of marriage we would have; a marriage of convenience. We would have children who we never saw and my mind would be wrapped around the “what if’s” and harboring on the experiences I never had. The thought made me… Sick.
That night, as I sat alone in my dorm room, was the first night that I actually questioned my good girl status. Although I didn’t know it at the time, but that night was the night that I decided, subconsciously, that I didn’t want to be a good girl anymore.
Chapter Two
“So, like, this guy comes up to me and he’s, like, ‘hey you can be a model, have you ever thought of it?’ and I told him that I wanted to be a model,” Sabrina said to another girl from our dorm, Elizabeth. “Then he gave me his card!”
They squealed and I rolled my eyes, pressing my head phones harder against my ears. No matter how loud I turned on the music or how thick my head phones were, I could still hear the shrieks coming from the other side of the small room. Their voices sounded like nails on a chalk board and our small dorm room was beginning to feel a little too crowded for my liking.
“You are so lucky!” Elizabeth said. “What I wouldn’t give to get a real modeling agent’s number!”
“I know!” Sabrina agreed. “I’m at college for only four days and already it’s becoming the best time of my life!”
I wanted to lunge across the room and wring my roommate’s neck. Usually I wasn’t a violent person. I actually tried to be as calm and as patient as I could most times. But today… Today I had to dig my nails into the palms of my hands to keep from screaming.
Was there any way to move into a different dorm room. Maybe a singular dorm room? I should have listened to my mom and stayed home for college. What was I thinking? It’s hard to not second guess decisions sometimes.
Really hard.
“So are you going to the rock concert this weekend?” Elizabeth asked Sabrina.
I discreetly turned down the volume of my iPod to hear Sabrina’s answer. If she said yes, then I would have the whole room to myself again. But if not…well then I wouldn’t be starting off college a very happy person.
“Obviously,” Sabrina replied. “Who isn’t going to the concert? Well except maybe my lame roommate.”
Sabrina raised her voice when she said ‘lame roommate’, obviously hoping that I would hear her. This had been going on for the past few days. I wasn’t going to let her get to me. She would not determine my self-worth.
“Hey lame-o,” Sabrina called out. “Hello?”
I could hear Sabrina but I chose to ignore her, keeping my nose deep in my book. Suddenly a pillow hit me square in the face. Was she fucking serious? What were we, children? Though rage was boiling inside of me, I took my headphones off with steady hands and turned to the two girls opposite of me.
“What is it Sabrina?” I asked.
“Why are you so lame?” she asked.
“Because I’m not a tool. I don’t like to fit in because it’s the supposedly ‘cool’ thing to do.”
Unlike you.
Even as I was saying those words, they began to feel like a lie.
“But that’s so… Weird,” Sabrina said. “Why did you dorm here if you’re going to be a hermit? The whole point of living in a dorm is to get out of who you used to be and become someone completely different!”
I paused, taking Sabrina’s words in. The girl who collected My Little Pony dolls was telling me to fit in? To have the ‘whole college experience’ and not to be a ‘hermit’? Part of me wanted to yell at her, tell her that she knew nothing about me.
Another part of me, a bigger part of me, wondered what it would be like to invent a whole new person. To shed the good girl image I carved so lovingly in the past and embrace another side of me. I went day by day being a good girl and questioning nothing. But now, miles away from my house, my good girl image was becoming suffocating. Good girls got good grades but I wasn’t having fun.
“So, let’s say that I didn’t want to be a hermit and I wanted to be someone different. How would I go about doing that?”
Sabrina and Elizabeth looked at me, surprise written all over their faces.
“But you like being the goody two shoes,” Sabrina said. “You said so yourself.”
“I can change my mind, can’t I?” I asked.
Neither girl said a word, they just stared at me, and I sighed.
“Listen I’m a good girl because that’s all I know... I never thought about being anyone different. I never wanted to be anyone different. But that was in high school and I’m not in high school anymore. I chose a college far away from my home so that my status wouldn’t follow me only to realize I brought it along with its own luggage.”
They continued to stare.
“So…”
I swallowed…gulped really. I couldn’t believe what I was about to do.
“So I don’t want to be this way. I don’t want to go through college with no real adventure or experience. I want to have stories when I graduate, not just good grades.”
Sabrina looked at Elizabeth and I was sure that she was going to turn to me and throw some nasty comment my way. To my surprise, though, she didn’t. Instead, Sabrina crossed the room and flopped on the bed, throwing her arm around me.
“I can help you,” Sabrina said. “Isn’t that what roommates are supposed to do? And anyway, all I wanted this whole time is to be friends with you.”
Yeah right.
“You have a funny way of showing it,” I said and Sabrina took the comment as a joke.
“Yeah well I’m a bitch, what do you want from me?” she said.
She pointed at Elizabeth.
“How about going out with us this weekend?”
“This weekend?” I repeated.
“Yeah… The concert.”
Sabrina wiggled her eyes suggestively and my heart constricted. What did I get myself into?
“It’s the perfect way to get out of your shell. Everyone is going to be at this concert, you know that. So if you go to the concert with your brand new image no one will ever know that you were once a goody two shoes.”
“Umm…”
“Come on. Just try to have fun for one night. Please?”
“I guess,” I said, but wasn’t so sure.
Did I really trust Sabrina to help me? What if she used my problem for her own gain and made me look like a blubbering idiot after all?
“Don’t worry, I know exactly where to start. Do you trust me?” Sabrina asked, grinning.
No.
“Sure,” I said and pasted a smile on my face.
Sabrina started talking about my make-up, hair, and clothes. She was naming so many things that I had trouble keeping up. This wasn’t extreme makeover. I was just going to a party. Finally I tuned Sabrina out, realizing that she wasn’t talking to me as much as talking to herself, and let my mind wander.