COED

Normally I don't like to air my dirty laundry, but on this particular day I found that I had no choice in the matter. My worn clothing was going to be publicly displayed for all to see.

If you don't know, Old Kendrick is now co-ed. In Layman's terms: boys live underneath us. And if you don't know, boys are gross. Really. (After a brief interlude with my dorm pastor just now, this fact is confirmed. She quotes, "It is gross.)

Now the main element about Kendrick being co-ed is the fact that our washing room is, too, co-ed. Meaning, boys do their laundry in the same washers girls use. And again, boys are gross. I will not mention the atrocity of what has happened in our laundry, only to say that a few female's unmentionables have gone awry.

I have not made my bed, and I have a sneaky feeling that my roommates (whose beds are made up promptly every morning because they are tidy roommates) may wish for the same tidy characteristcs in me. So instead of making my bed, I decided to wash my sheets. And when I decided to wash my sheets, I chose to throw in all my laundry at the same time. ALL of my laundry, if you catch my drift.

Anyhow, things are fine as my laundry is in the wash cycle. The story only comes once it is time for me to retrieve my clothes from the washer and put them in the dryer. You know, so they can dry. Then it's time for me to put my second load in. Why not do all of it?

Oh, now I know why. Because in walks Male Number 1. Tall, athletic, and, well, boy. And Male 1 is doing his laundry right next to me.

Normally this wouldn't bother me. But then I remembered this was not just any other laundry doer, it was a boy. I realized this as I was holding a certain piece of my laundry in my hand, frozen in mid air, as I thought about this fact. The minute I realized what he was actually looking at--and no, it was not my charming smile or my quaint good looks--I hurriedly stuffed the article in the dryer and continued on unabashedly. Well, only slightly embarrassed.

It wasn't until my loads were ready to be pulled out of the dryer and washer that Male Number 2 was in the laundry room. And boy was he Chatty Kathy.

Conversation between Me and Male 2:
Him: Wow, it's hot in here.
Me: That's because it's the laundry room.
Him: No, the air wasn't set. I turned it down though.
Me: Oh, okay good.
Him: I don't think I've met you before. What's your name?
Me: Caitlin. And you have met me. You were in my room that night fixing our beds.

OMG. Not only has this boy been in my room where we have yet to buy curtains for our closets, but he is now watching me do my laundry. That's right. This creepy guy was standing propped up against the washer/dryer combos behind me and was staring the backside of me down. Continue.

Him: Oh yeah. You live with some volleyball roommate, right?
Me: Two of them actually.

And with a hasty collaboration of my things (I didn't even put load number 2 in the dryer, no way was I going to let that really gross boy see my things) I replied a quick "See ya laters!" and headed straight for my room.

I suppose I'll start stocking up on febreeze and pray to God that no one notices an odor.