Moving out of the dorms
Last night we were drunkenly packing so we could move out in the morning. My stuff was out in the hall and I realized my track bike was missing. We figured out that my friend’s friend had taken it and we were able to track him down and stall him until the university police arrived. He admitted to taking my bike and our friend’s iphone. He also told us where he stashed my bike and we found it along with the phone. He’s facing some serious charges because the bike is worth over a grand (it’s the only expensive thing I own, other than this laptop and my camera) plus the charges for the iphone theft. Once that ordeal was over we continued packing until we were ready to move out.
Nate (one of my roommates) left and Grant (my other roommate) and I hung out, trying to figure out how we’d survive for the next week. Hours passed and eventually we were the only students left in our dorm unit. Our Resident Director realized we weren’t leaving and offered her spare room for storage. We moved our belongings to her place and then quickly stuffed our backpacks before she drove us to the BART station in her convertible. She gave us four bottles of liquor. Grant and I caught the BART as far south as it would take us. Our friends picked us up and drove us to a lake, where we snuck past a fence, climbed under a bridge, and found some pretty rad graffiti. Now we’re back at Matteo’s house, playing a drinking game while watching Jumanji.
