The Hall Speaks
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So a few days ago I found a room change form letting me know I was getting a new resident. I wasn't excited, just the opposite. I was nearly depressed, and definitely livid. I mean, what the heck were they thinking putting Charlie on my hall?
After talking to the V.P., I feel slightly better. He has a way of talking that makes me listen. He reminded me that there's a lot of fight in my soul. Last year he saw me lose it on several occasions. So if he says I can get through this, I can.
Right now I'm making a new door tag for him. Despite the ease of technology, the cut and paste culture, nothing replaces creating something with my own hands. Writing "Charlie" across the off-white construction paper without actually thinking becomes a sad solution. I can't over-think this thing. I must detach emotionally. He's moving in today, in a few hours.
Here's his door tag. I made titles of books that my residents will need as a VBU Pirate. The one sticking out is their book. Because everyone has a story, that's especially true for Charlie.
Someone's knocking on my door. I hear my name being called, the sound faint through the door. My stomach tightens, and then it's normal again. He's early.
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