Roommate Got Kicked Out

I think my roommate got kicked out.  I went into the apartment, and on the kitchen table there was this little pylon with a little loop of rope attached to it.  Attached to the rope was a key card, like what we use to get in and out, and on that key card were the words "lock out" written in marker.  I went down to front desk and asked if my roommate was kicked out.  I described the pylon and they were all "Yeah, that's the Key of Shame."  Then they asked me what room I was staying in.  They looked it up, asked me my name.  I told them, and they were all "Yeah, you were right.  Your roommate got kicked out."  They told me he still has a working keycard and that he's around somewhere.

I don't know what he could have done to get kicked out.  Today I opened our room door and my name had been taken off the door.  A chill ran down my spine, as I felt the implication of that was that I no longer lived there, but my roommate still did.  Then I looked around and saw that almost everyone's names had been taken down, except my roommate. So it's more like he's the one with something unique happening to him.

He came back last night, and I haven't been able to catch sight of him since.  I can hear him in his room, but if he's avoiding me, maybe I should give him space.

Turns out that textbook I didn't get is really pretty important.  I asked someone in my class, and she said "It's for English, and kind of for everything else."  English is the most important grade for my course.  Stupid senior students, telling us to not to get our textbooks right off the bat, probably just so they could get to them first.

Last night was my first Friday night in Residence and I felt bad about not going out to enjoy the college scene, but I didn't know anyone and wouldn't know where to go, so I just stayed in.  At first I was like "I'll stay in my room with the lights off, and everyone will think I'm out partying."  Then there was some announcement that there was a Residence party in the basement.  I was like "An officially recognized party, organized by staff can't be all that great.  If it's anything like the activities, it'll be a bunch of people standing around and awkwardly making small talk." And then I was like "Ooh, look at mister big shot 'I have standards' when he's hiding in his room. Just check it out."  Yeah, I didn't get as far as the basement before somebody pulled me into a private party.  Turns out it's pretty easy to find someplace to go.  Wasn't all that exciting, but now people in the building will run up and high five me or smile at me instead of flinching and looking scared like they used to.  It's amazing the amount of difference standing around in a room will do.