I was at orientation for FSU. Nothing had started yet, so we were allowed to go around and find our future dorm room. Some students appeared to be moving in already, which was very confusing. I made it to Landis Hall, but it wasn't laid out like normal. The building was huge and reminded me more of a giant boarding school or a monastery. At any rate, my room assignment had apparently been changed, and this pissed me off. I couldn't find the room number to save my life.
As I was wandering aimlessly through Landis Hall, I decided I should probably start looking for Shannon (my future roommate). In the dream, I was living in a triple, and my second roommate was going to be Chris David, although in the dream I kept thinking that the name was David Chris. Well, Chris was from England, and I was so excited to have what I hoped would be a sexy, punk British guy (yeah, I know) living with me. It didn't register that Chris could also be a female name.
After some time, I gave up searching for my room. I found my friend Euboea (also going to FSU) standing with a laminated map and Sharpie on a sidewalk, giving directions.
"You're directing people?" I asked.
"Yep," she said, like I should have expected it.
Apparently, my new room was in the "Towers," which was basically one area of the building that stretched about as high as a skyscraper in a large city. I went inside to find my room. There were tons of students hanging around, talking. I was led to believe that classes were held here, also.
Well, I searched high and higher but I could NOT find my room. I noticed a bulletin board on one of the walls in the lobby area with a faded purple map. I looked at it and my room number wasn't even on the list. Suddenly, a map that Euboea had apparently given me appeared in my hand, and with the Sharpie she had drawn boxes around the area with my room in it. It was not in the Towers. I was quite mad at that point. "This is precisely why you don't let an incoming freshman give directions at the residence halls!"
I was very upset, so I went outside and prepared to call my mom (who was waiting at a hotel for my return) on my cell phone. Well, my dad called me first. He was being a total asshole. He invited me to and kept insisting that I come to some sort of cook-out/dinner party/something at his office(?) back home. I told him I was in Tallahassee and it would be impossible. He refused to listen to me. He got so furious that I wouldn't accept his invitation. I was so upset and lost I just really blew my top. "You...are an asshole," I told him. It just popped out! "What? I think I misheard you," he said. "You are an asshole," I said again (I knew there was no escaping it). Perturbed, he asked me, "Are you speaking in a foreign language?"
I can't exactly remember what happened next, but I think I threw my entire bag and cell phone onto the sidewalk.
But the next thing I knew, I had everything, and was calling my mom. She was very upset and promised to come up to FSU instantly to help me. She agreed that my dad was an asshole but told me I shouldn't have told HIM that (he had called her and told her just what a witch I had been). I didn't care.
