In the beginning
I have many talents – unfortunately not all of them are very
useful. Knocking drinks over, burning food, falling asleep in inappropriate
places, dropping delicate items – including children – you name it, I’ve
somehow ruined it.
I like to think it makes me fun and adds an element of
uncertainty to what could just be a rather prosaic existence – spicing things
up and adding colour to the carpet.
And who doesn’t have some sort of stain - that after much
effort and old wives' tale remedies has prompted a casual plant purchase or
furniture rearrangement.
But it seems, as I stumble my way through life, I have a
particular talent for attracting dabs of chaos.
It all seemed to become apparent when I first moved into
halls.
My dad in true dad-fashion had backed the car up to my
ground-floor bedroom and was passing boxes to me through the window. Eager to
get back on the road, my parents soon left me to unpack.
It wasn’t long before I heard a knock at the window. It was
Sam, the previous tenant. Turns out his main aim wasn’t to welcome me onto
campus but to explain the different scuffs and stains that he had left around
the room, as if he had been busy marking his territory.
The main offender was a large black circle in the middle of
the room where Sam, one drunken night, had got the culinary urge to make
popcorn, left a hot pan on the floor and melted the carpet.
I stared down and then stared back.
It was then I felt the baton had been passed. Cursed, I was
to venture on in the spirit of Sam, the film studies student, forever leaving a
mark in the most unexpected of ways.
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