On Friday I had an interesting run-in with my apartment-mate, Omar. But for this to be appropriately appreciated, some background needs to be established.
Omar has been having a little problem getting up and going to class. After about the first two weeks, his daily attendance began petering out until he was regularly missing Plant, Organic Chemistry, and Physics—all very important classes. At first we thought he was simply staying up too late, but that was not the case. Our Omar was getting about 12 hours of sleep per night, and then had the nerve to complain about being tired! After about a straight month of him missing class, the rest of us in the apartment confronted him about it and I decided I would take responsibility for waking him up three times a week to go to Plant, as I’m in that class as well.
Monday and Wednesday things seemed to be going pretty well, with me alternately calling him and banging on his door before leaving for class in frustration, only to have him appear a few minutes after I had sat down. However, on Friday there was quite the interesting turn of events.
Something else about Omar—he takes about six hours to actually wake up, during which he walks around thinking he is awake when in reality, he is peering around at the world through squinted eyes and operating solely on his brain stem, the same organ that theoretically powers the rudimentary functioning of zombies.
At any rate, on my way out I stopped by Omar’s room and rapped soundly on his door. I heard a muffled grunt from the other side, before the door opened and a squinting zombie in the semblance of my roommate appeared. I told him firmly to go to class, to which he responded with another prehistoric grunt and closed the door. My job being done, I went to class assuming correctly that he was a lost cause for the day and would not be attending.
However, at 2:53 that afternoon I received an interesting text message from Omar:
[Michaela] did you come to my door today? Because I opened the door and saw Supergirl and she told me to go to class.
Apparently, not only am I Supergirl, but even the appearance of said hero is not enough to compel this friend of mine to attend his classes. Oh Omar, I have no words for you…