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Suzanne is a good friend of mine from college. She is originally from Jamaica and she has dark features – dark hair, dark brown eyes, and olive colored skin. She was a total art school geek, D&D-playing goth kid, and very openly gay. She’s very spiritual, is Wiccan, and is very open about her atheism and her hatred of any organized religion, especially Christianity. Most of her clothing were of very dark colors – you wouldn’t dare find anything pink, yellow, or white in her wardrobe.
On coming back to school one Fall semester, Suzanne found herself placed with a roommate (who I'll call "roomie") in her residence hall who was a devout, fundamentalist Southern Baptist who slept with a Bible next to her bed. Needless to say, roomie didn’t care for Suzanne too much. About a week into the semester, roomie told Suzanne to her face that she didn’t approve of her “lifestyle choices,” that she would pray every night for her, and that God had chosen them to live together as a way to test roomie’s faith. Well, Suzanne decided on the spot that she was done with that crap.
Roomie had a night class on Monday nights that semester. Suzanne called about 8 of her gay friends (myself included) to come to her room the next Monday night, and we were instructed to dress all in black. About a half hour before roomie was supposed to get out of her class, we turned off the lights in Suzanne’s room, lit some candles and incense, and started watching “Beetlejuice.” When roomie got back to the room and opened the door, the nine of us didn’t say a word. We, in unison, just turned our heads and stared at her.
Roomie slammed the door, ran down the hall screaming, spent the night somewhere else, and requested a room transfer the next day. Suzanne said by the time she got out of her Tuesday morning classes the next day, all of roomie’s belongings were gone.
Remembering this makes me smile. :)
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