I'm in my giant house surrounded by all of my beautiful things. (Call me materialistic, but I dream about having the most amazing houses on a regular basis.) I am in my bedroom admiring all of my nice things when I notice a ratty piece of furniture that is not supposed to be there. I get over the fact that it doesn't go with anything else in the room and continue enjoying my new room. While taking it all in, I again notice a small beaten up dresser sitting next to the wall. At this point I have had it. My only goal is to find out who is desecrating my space with their gross stuff.
I run out into the hall in a huff and yell in an exasperated tone, "Who's dresser is in my room?" I pause for a response and realize that all of my hometeaching girls are my roommates and they are all surprised by my outburst. Before I have time to respond, MYKensie, the meekest and probably the most soft spoken of the five, very shyly raises her hand with eyes downcast and whispers, "It's mine."
I instantly felt ashamed for being so hard on her (even though I had no idea my roommates were now girls) and told her it was okay.
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