The end of our semester got pretty chaotic/busy. Michelle told me many times to update this blog, even gave me topics. I slacked. So here’s something you missed:
This big frat guy broke Michelle’s ankle – kind of. The tragedy struck during an intramural soccer game. The sprain swelled up so bad that there’s probably no way I could exaggerate it. It was big. It was purple. Her leg even depleted in muscle mass because this beast of a sprain took forever to heal.
In the mean time, our light bulb in our bathroom went out. No big deal, right? Um, HUGE deal. Our bathroom is as dark as death without the light bulb because there is no window. I went to the dorm security guard because maintenance was closed and asked him for a new light bulb. He had a cardboard box full of light bulbs right behind him but would not lend me one because “management” has to come switch out my light bulb. ASU students are not allowed to change light bulbs on their own, apparently.
So here it is, 9pm and Michelle already has to crutch into the shower, now she’s supposed to do this in the dark?
We didn’t take no for an answer. We changed the light bulb ourselves by switching out the dead bathroom light with the light from Michelle’s desk lamp.
It was the first time I had ever changed a light bulb, but hold on to your “how many blondes does it take to change a light bulb?” jokes, because I was brunette when said light bulb switch-er-roo occurred.