I recall a night during my freshman year, where I woke up to my third roommate’s bed shaking and the sound of clothing slipping off. I was afraid to open my eyes and I shuddered at the thought of what I would see if I did. Sure enough, he was drunk and with some chick that I had never met before.
Neither of them realized that my other roommate and I were still in the room.
I am not too sure what happened after that because I grabbed my comforter and a pillow and left the room. I spent the night on my neighbor’s floor instead of the comfort of my own bed.
That was my first of many awkward sex encounters at Cabrini College.
I guess you can say that I’m a little bitter about that episode, but the truth is, I never actually know what goes in my room when I’m not around. It only takes one time to walk into something that you know you shouldn’t be seeing. After feeling that awkward, you become quite aware that just opening your own door can be quite an adventure.
It has more or less come to a system of key-jiggling. I walk up to the door and push my key in hard enough for anyone in the room to hear and if they are well, preoccupied, then they’ll just say, “Yo come back later!”
Eventually I get a text message saying it is safe to re-enter my room.
At the very least, I can say we have impeccable communication between each other.
I guess it is kind of sad when you think about how used to this I’ve really become. I have to say that this happened a lot more last semester, and this semester has been relatively quiet.
But, when someone asks me to write a perspective on how people regard sex here at Cabrini, well, how am I supposed to answer that?
I know that my experience has more or less been just inside of these four walls of mine, but from stories that I have heard from friends throughout campus, I can take a guess and say that the situation is generally the same elsewhere.
Take this as an example. Friends of mine had a system in which whoever “needed” the room at the time would leave a shoe directly outside of the door. I only knew this because when the shoe was there, the other roommate would be in my room waiting for it to disappear so he could go to bed.
When it comes down to it, I have come to understand that sex is quite popular on campus. I don’t particularly have a problem with this, believe it or not. I am more concerned for the voiceless roommate who has to put up with it all of the time. You know, that poor kid who has a test the next morning and is longing for some sleep, but is too afraid to say anything.
So if you are that kid, I just thought I would let you know that I can relate.
