Dox, Dox, Dox
Had pretty rough last two weeks so I didn’t update my posts until now. I am sorry but here we go 🙂
I wanted to blog about my Dox section for a long time. Dox section, is located the third floor in Prentiss. This is where I spend my most time besides the library, and it is also the place where the crazy stupid stories of my friends (section mates) and I take place. I care whom I live with much more than where I live. Lucky for me, I live where I belong to which makes my heart melted every day. Although I lived in Dox only for two months, I’ve already created lots of crazy and memorable moments with my girls. After getting their permission, I am going to share some of them with you guys.
Beginning with a confession (the other one), I have never woken up by myself since I’ve come to Whitman. It is true, although it sounds ridiculously unbelievable. However, everything comes for a reason. I assume I couldn’t get up by myself was because I used all my autonomy when I was in China. I went to a boarding school in China for two years. Under the intense and high pressure of school work, I had to get up every day at 6:30 a.m. by myself. I had no idea how did I survive. But since I came to Whitman, I gave up all the classes start at 8 a.m.
After I got to know the girls in Dox section, who are always autonomous, highly self-motivated and self-disciplined, and especially nice enough to wake me up in the morning, I started to fully relax and to sleep. In the beginning of this semester, I always had three to four girls taking turns coming to my room and waking me up. Therefore, I haven’t been late to class except only two times. (Although the two times they’ve awaken me, I lied to them about I was awake and I was going to get dressed. I am always good at having conversations even when I wasn’t awake.) T
o wake me up, my girls have come out with different strategies. Carlie, a beautiful girl from Texas, likes to jump in my bed and to shake me until I asked her to stop. While shaking me to death, she was muttering, “I love you Vicky so don’t hate me for this!” Meritt, my “marijuana” girl (see my previous post for this allusion), did it in a smart way. She came in to my room, turned on the light, pulled up my curtain and opened the window. Under the bright light and cold wind torture, I had to get up.
As one of my best friends, Meritt knew my routine so after woke me up, she automatically opened my closet to find my favorite hoodie and sweat pants for me. The other girl Anna, likes to demand me sit up and stand up in ten seconds. It works for me most of the time although once my roommate told me she saw me sleeping stand up with my blanket covered. After I woke up, my girls and I always go to get breakfast. However, a few times I wasn’t mentally awake because I was wearing the ugliest hat (with a bear’s hat on it) to the dining hall. Later that day, my friends told me because of the hat, I scared a lot of innocent people that morning. Without the girls waking me up, I could hardly get up.
It has been proven in a sleepover night a few weeks ago. I was sleeping in a sleeping bag with other Whitties outside someone’s house. In the morning, when it started to rain, everyone woke up and moved inside the house. Unfortunately, I couldn’t wake up although a few upper classmen tried to get me into the house. Without the girls from my section, no one could wake me up. Therefore, those nice upperclassmen had to find a blanket to cover my head so I wouldn’t get too wet…
Due to my R.A.’s genius, our section always has awesome theme for section dinner. Lots of people have come to me and tell me how much they love the “walk of shame” brunch I wrote. The other time, my RA announced the theme was, “Hobo.” But I didn’t know what “hobo” was, so I thought it means “homo”. As a supporter of homosexual rights, I was offended and asked, “How do I suppose to dress like a homo? They don’t seem dress any different from us!” The whole Dox section was laughing and my R.A. had to immediately explain to me “hobo” means “the homeless”.
Dox has given me lots of “the first lessons” in my life. For instance, I learned how to use a condom the first time in my life in Dox section lounge instead of at the “sex and gender” workshop. After the “walk of shame” brunch, two of my section mates (you know who you are) decided to open one of the condoms that has been put on my hair as a hairpiece and teach me how to use it. Although I had millions of excuses to not learn, “It is so not useful and unnecessary for me!” and “I will never need to use it because I am not the one who puts it on.” My friends had better responses and finally persuaded me to learn. At first, they were looking for a banana to put the condom on. However, they couldn’t find any in the lounge. All the sudden, they saw a vacuum cleaner so they decided to use that instead. My friends opened the condom, placed it on the handle of the vacuum and showed me the motion of the condom. In one minute, I had my first sex-ed class of how to use a condom from my dear friends, in my Dox section lounge.
