Leeuwenhoek had stolen and peeped into the fantastic sub-visible world of little things, creatures that had lived, had bred, had battled, had died, completely hidden from and unknown to all men from the beginning of time. Beasts these were of a kind that ravaged and annihilated whole races of men ten million times larger than they were themselves. Beings these were, more terrible than fire-spitting dragons or hydra-headed monsters. They were silent assassins that murdered babies in warm cradles and kings in sheltered places. It was this invisible, insignificant, but implacable-and sometimes friendly- world Leeuwenhoek had looked into for the first time of all men of all countries. ~Microbe Hunters
Monday, 9 April 2012
If there is one thing that I will miss about living with these girls, is everyone gathering around and talking for hours and no one mentions homework, assignments or tests. The talks we have are the most random, messed up conversations, that any outsider who sits through them would probably leave 50 IQ points short- no joke, 10 minutes with Krystina does that to you! (joking)
This afternoon, Jillian asked me to call Rogers about our internet, and I had to reset our router and test it with the computer. She was upstairs with me to help, but soon enough, the others heard the commotion and everyone came and sat in the upstairs hallway testing the internet for themselves. Once the internet was back up in working order, we sat there for another hour and listened to 90s music just because we can.
I remember, when we moved in to our house, a few days before classes began. At that time, we didnt really have much to do other than goof off and nerdy class prep. One of the first nights, we had a dance party together in my room. Jillian, Nicole, Amelia, (Krystina) and I were on my bed and the cupboard beside my bed, and on top of my desk dancing to Michael Jackson, Spice Girls and other random songs. I still have the butt marks on my walls from the jeans rubbing against it when we were shaking out booties, and I will never be able to get Nicole`s dance moves out of my head.
Last week, Krista, Jillian and I blasted super gangster music for our drug dealing neighbours who were outside, but then we changed the music to Justin Bieber and other un-drug dealing stuff and sang and danced around the house. This is a common occurance, actually, and we often sing out the window to fellow housemates when we see them coming. People must think that we`re crazy, but crazy is awesome, and we would never deny being a little crazy.
Sometimes things got really crazy- but not us crazy, drug dealing neighbours crazy. Jillian walked home one night from the bar with our friend Moose who lives 3 doors down in the townhouse complex. They parted ways, and Jillian walked the rest of the way home by herself to our door. The druggies were yelling out their window at her to come up to visit them, but she refused so they said they would come down to her. She hurried into our house and locked the door behind her, just in time because they started knocking on our door and trying to break it down. Hulk, Nicole and I were asleep, but when the banging started, Hulk and Nicole got up to help Jillian. I slept through the whole thing! The druggies eventually went home, just in time for the other girls to come home safely, but then they kept on coming back to our door to try and get in throughout the night. It was terrifying.
Although that was the most terrifying night for Jillian and Nicole, my most terrifying night living here came when Krystina had too much to drink one night, and passed out on the stairs and started puking. I called Mario and Luigi over to help me carry her up our stairs and onto the main floor. Then, she stopped breathing. I had to call the ambulance for her because I couldn't keep her breathing. That was the most terrifying moment in my life let alone living here.
After that night, everyone was upset at each other. We had a very unproductive serious `house talk`which left more people upset and confused, than it did solving anything. Apparently serious talks don't go over well with us, they have to be mixed with some sarcasm and fun-making in order to get points across.
I learned that the sarcasm and fun-making does not translate very well over text message or facebook. The notes that I thought were funny, little reminders to keep clean, save electricity and stuff actually came across as mean and bossy. I also learned that I am a clean freak, but I learned to keep my mouth shut when other people are in the room, and I can always clean up later. One of the things I `nagged`about was food storage- I didn't want anyone to get sick!
However, one time, Amelia was sick with food poisoning all night. I know this was not from her coking, but it still happened to her- one of the worst food-storers. I was up all night with her while she threw up. Partly because my room is right beside hers, and she refused to go to the washroom and throw up in the toilet like any normal person, and she kept just puking in her garbage can in her room on her bed. We decided to go to SERT, which is the people that help with first aid, because we didn't know what to do with her anymore, because she couldnt keep anything down. After our walk over to SERT, she felt a million times better, and after we got back, she was fine. For `my troubles`her mother gave me a gift card to Walmart, which was totally unnecessary, but it was a very nice gesture.
Another nice gesture was Krystina`s Christmas gift to me. She gave me a red pocket (the good luck pouches that asians get) with 20 dollars in it. That was the most thoughtful gift I have ever got, because even though I make fun of asian drivers and asian smartness with her little asian self, I still really respect her culture, and I always say that I wish I was asian. She gave me that, which made me a little more asian.
For that, and much more, I wish Krystina the best of luck living with her nursing friends, and I hope that it benefits you to live with all other people in your program. You know that you can call me for anything, even if it is to just nail up your mirror for the 12 hundredth time.
I also wish Krista, whom I have grown very close to over the past year, the best time living with Amelia and a random girl in the other set of townhouses. I never knew how amazing she was until this year. I hope you find yourself a job and make billions as an MLT hehe.
And Amelia. We definitely had our differences, but we are partners on the same dominating scare team `Chicken and Biscuits`. I hope you don't give yourself food poisoning, and I genuinely hope you make it in life. You are an amazingly loving and kind person and I hope we will be friends forever, and you are welcome to my house anytime so we can party with my father.
As for Jillian, Nicole and I, I jointly hope that next year works out for us all, and we continue to have great memories.
My life with you girls is epic. You make me laugh, you made me cry, you have made me laugh so hard that I start to cry. You've made me sing, dance, party, take tequila shots, fall over, vomit, and watch movies all the next day with you. Everything I do, I do it with you right now, and I will forever cherish our memories, and I will never forget 307.
Darn good and sure of it,