I choose

Rarely do i get inspired by movies. Okay so that's a total lie. Movies, the good ones anyway, inspire me a lot. It's learning another perspactive from a stranger, or something like that. Today was suppose to be moving day. Yet...

I woke at 8 o'clock, i was sad. My room devoid of pictures and life stared blanky at me. I knew that at 1:45 when my mom came i would be moving. You'd think i'd watch some more tv, listen to music, something. Instead i went back to sleep. I hugged my bed, and just lied there fading in and out of sleep land.

By the time i knew it, it was 12 o'clock and i was still in bed. I had to call my new roommate to tell her i was moving in. When i called no one picked up. I was dreading it. My mom called around 1 saying they had gotten into town and to meet them downstairs. As i was leaving a movie by Michelle Pfieffer was on called "Dangerous Minds".Seen it? I have seen it before, and it's okay movie but not one of my favs in the least. It was at a point in the movie where Michelle is asking the students what they think is an important verb, or something. One girl says "Choose". The class laugh and she explains herself. We all have the power to "choose" the outcome of a situation. One dude was like

Dude:[stereotypical inner city voice] so you saying that if a dude holds a gun to your head, you have a choice to die or not
Girl:[same voice] No, but you have choice of going out screaming or not

I was sitting on the bed at this moment. And i was like "she's right" we do have a choice. Even if it's all we have, even if it's wrong, it's ours. So i left, a inspired and more determined to keep my room.

I meet my mom and brother downstairs. There's not a smile on anyone's faces. We are real close even though we argue like animals and we know when each is feeling down. WE head off to the new dorm to meet my roommate. We are all frustrated, my brother is complaining about the heat and sweating profusely(i though he had threw water on his face he had so much sweat on him), my mom is aggravated that i am just draggin this thing out, i am thinking of a plan, twirling around the many different things i can do to get money.

When we get to the dorm, we don't have the password to open it. I'm already pissed i haven't meet the girl yet. After 30 minutes of running around, getting the password, getting into the place. I venture down the long hallway to Ciara Lynn. What a name. As i approach i hear loud talking and music. I'm scared shitless. I knock on the door, close my eyes, and when i open them....

Worst possible scenerio. She seems disinterested that i am there. Her words are short, to the point and not at all inviting. She stands in the door, not letting my look inside. I say goodbye, tell her that i will be by later and then as soon as i turn around the first that pops in my head is:

"i choose not to move from my room".

When i head back outside to my brother and mom, i tell them straight up. I ain't moving. And i'm not a person who uses the word ain't. I was serious at this moment. I'm not going to live her or anyone else on this campus. We are going to find a way, if i have to work longer, harder, like my life is on the line then that is just what i am going to have to do. This MY ROOM. My space, a place that i have felt comfortable in, and I ain't moving. I choose not to.

Strong Huh...I surprised myself there for a second. Must have surprised them too. Cause they bought it, hook line and sinker. When we head back to my room, to discuss what in the hell i am going to do, i plead my case, like a woman on trial. I will do whatever it takes to keep this room. And i mean it, i like it here, i love it actually. I feel safe comfortable, and not like a burden. With her(ciara lynn, still what a name) i would have to make excuses as to why i am always in the room, i wouldn't feel comfortable, i'd freak out. There has to be a way, and in two weeks, will see if that way works out.

My mom seemed to understand. We went to the big RA downstairs and explained the situation and explained that i wasn't moving. I hate having to tell people that i am not a people person, but it's the truth. I mean i am a people person, but not until i warm up to you. I especially don't get along with peers. Teachers like me, but students like so much and trying to warm up to them just doesn't happen. He understood completely, and said that i could stay until monday, then i would have to go to the Housing department and tell them that i ain't moving. and hopefully the wont give my room away.

We left on a good note, but i know what i have to do, if i want to keep this room. Fight for it. Like my life is on the line people. In that respect i am ready. Wish me good luck