Rony's Greatest Gig #Wattys2019 [COMPLETED]

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I am really pissed.

I tried so hard to be as quiet as possible when I came back to the room last night.
Which by the way, speaking of last night, those calls from my parents were just "hello calls".
They just wanted to say hi and ask me to come visit soon. They wanted to come here but I begged them not to.
Dad was crying in the background as expected, and I felt really bad.
So I agreed that we would arrange something eventually.
But could you believe that?! That was it!
Plus, they only meant to call three times.
The other approximately twenty calls were butt dials.
Ughh....

But that's not even why I'm pissed.

I was sooo courteous and quiet for Billy last night.
Meanwhile...
Remember I said the ONE thing I look for in a roommate?
No snoring?!?!

BILLY SNORES!!!! 😡

So now I've been in bed staring at the ceiling since I came back.
It's now 5 am.
I have an 8 am tomorrow!
Oh wait, an 8 am today!!!
Craaap!!!!

Also, my speech normally SUCKS when I'm sleep deprived. Like, your boy can never do an all nighter to cram for a test unless I'm willing to be talking in a pile of stuttering gibber salad the whole next day.
For the days where I have a dreaded awful oral presentation, I would literally leave school early the day before so I can get a super long night's rest.
I have NO IDEA how this will affect my British voice.

I guess we will need to wait and see....

I just hope I get a little sleep....

Also...
Before you go and ask me: Gee, Rony, why don't you just tap him, or throw a pillow at him, or tell him to shut up?!?!

Glad you asked!

Watch....

"BILLAY!"

"Aaahh!! What?!? What???!"

"You're snoring, Mate...."

"Oh. Sorry."

He just turned over and started snoring again....

That's it....

I grab my pillow, and my pillow pet (don't judge me) and leave our room, slamming the door shut.

Now, when you hear the phrase "sleep on it", they really mean, get some damn rest before making a decision.
I know darn well that I make the STUPIDEST decisions when I'm sleep deprived!
Also, just want to point out I wasn't tired when I decided to go British.
So it was definitely a good choice.

Anyway, you'll see what I mean when I brought up decision making and sleep.

KNOCK KNOCK!
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!

Squeeeeeek!

A tall blonde guy wipes his eyes with one hand and holds the door open with the other.
I'm a tall blonde too, this should be interesting.

"Hi...I'm Rony, don't think we met yet." I say extending my arm.
"I can see you are Tyler, based on the many name tags on your door. I see you are the floor's RA, also based on the name tag on your door."

He narrows his eyes at me.
He looks kind of scary with a headband half off his head, probably didn't realize he was still wearing it, flannel pajama pants, and a black tank top that says "Greek Week 2014" on it.

"What the hell do you want?"

Hmm..
I guess he is one of those RAs who does it for the stipend and not because he actually wants to. Also, in case you haven't had the luxury of living in a college residence hall, an RA is a resident assistant. They are basically mini residence hall staff who are actually students. It's their job to keep an entire floor of college students from completely wrecking the place and also help to maintain matriculation so the school can keep pumping money out of us.

"It's my first night of college and I can't sleep...."

I proceed to tell Tyler all about my sleeping woes as he nods slowly with his eyes widened. 

The kind of look you get when someone wants you to get to the point already. 

I'm sure this is something that usually happens to people who tell long winded stories.
I'll tell you though, I've gotten this plenty of times from impatient people who can't stand having a conversation for longer than thirty seconds with a person who stutters.
I can only imagine what this guy's face would look like if I were still stuttering right now.

"Ok...I'm not sure if you actually listened when you had your info session, but my job as an RA is a lot of things...but that does not include singing you a lullaby and putting you to sleep."

What the...

"I was just asking if I can sleep anywhere else other than my room?"

"If you are asking if you can come sleep with me, the answer is obviously no. If you are asking if you can crash on the couch in the res hall lounge,...why the hell did you need to wake me at five A.M to ask me that?!"

I stare him dead in the eye.
Like the kind of dead look I have when I stutter.

"Well if we had a floor meeting like all the other floors did I would know all this." I suggest.

"Ok, now you are questioning my authority too. We are off to a great  start..."

I just keep staring him down until he gets uncomfortable, which is an excellent thing to do when you are in an awkward conversation and don't know what to say next. 

"You're British..." Tyler mutters, but I cant exactly tell if that was a question or a statement.

He now stares me down and kind of laughs to himself.

"Well if you aren't going to be of any help, I'll just leave."

"I've got my eye on you, Brit. I've seen guys like you before. Special snowflakes..."

Ok...
I'm not scared.
No definitely not...

"Also, what's your name again?"

Something tells me I should definitely not tell him my name again.

"Uh...Matt."

Sorry to throw you under the bus, Matt, whoever you are. 

Your name on the door to your room happened to be the first name I saw right now and I'm also super exhausted.

"I have files on all of you. I'd be careful if I were you. Brit...phfff!"

SLAM!

Well..that went...
Awful...
I'm pretty sure he's onto me now too which is kind of terrifying.

At least he shut his door before he can see where I'm going.
Let's just hope Tyler isn't using his peephole thing.
I'm going to stay faaaar away from this dude.

I lay my blankets and pillows outside of Matt's room, whoever he is, since I figured that would be the most logical place to hide at the moment.
Honestly, I'm hella scared.
Tyler is onto me.
I feel like I went into college believing way too hard that I would know what to expect once I got here and that everything would change for the better.
I couldn't be more wrong.

The challenges of stuttering may have vanished, but playing the role of British comes with its new challenges.
The snobby kids back home were just replaced with new douchebags.
The people who I thought were my friends are changing all around me, and I can't do shit about it.

.
.

"What the hell!! What are you doing outside my room?!"
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