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Wednesday, January 04, 2006

LaShaun

Well, after a few days of voting it seems that most commenters have opted to hear about "LaShaun."

While a student at Philadelphia College of Bible in the mid-90's, my roommates and I would frequently host guests of the college. Whenever an activity was hosted by the college administration for prospective students, they would usually ask us to give them a place to stay in our dorm.

At one point, a basketball tournament for high-school students was held at PCB. Most of the players came and stayed for one night or simply commuted to the campus and left at the tournament's end. We were asked to host LaShaun. LaShaun was a strange character. He was an excellent basketball player, but lacked just about every social skill a student should possess.

Instead of leaving at the end of the tournament, LaShaun decided that he liked living with us so much that he wasn't going to rush to get home. He followed us to our classes. He ate meals with us in the cafeteria. Days went by and still he didn't leave.

At one point, LaShaun decided to shave his head in our sink. Apparently this was the first time he had tried this. He shaved the hair so close that he gave himself two nasty cuts that wouldn't stop bleeding. After a while he stuck a few band-aids on his head which looked ridiculous.

LaShaun didn't bring a sleeping bag or pillow with him, so frequently he would swipe a dark blue corduroy pillow from my bunk. I hated lending it to him because he would literally soak the thing with drool when he slept. I tried hiding it, but he always scoured the room until it was found. The pillow became so saturated that I finally gave up on it and refused to ever use it again.

After nearly a week of LaShaun mooching off of us, and showing up wherever we went with those band-aids stuck all over his head, we grew extremely frustrated. Every afternoon my roommates and I would ask each other, "Is he gone yet? Did he finally go home?" In desperation, one of my roommates, Mike, finally asked LaShaun why he wasn't leaving. LaShaun's excuse was that he didn't have train fare to get back to Philly (which was only a half-hour away). Mike gave him five bucks and encouraged him to leave. Later that day, LaShaun finally left, but not before stealing every last piece of change from Mike's room. Mike was furious, but it was a small price to pay to send LaShaun away.

3 Comments:

At 1:44 PM, Anonymous saragarms said...

Wow, Interesting story. I feel like I know someone like that. I think I might have told them that they needed to leave. I definately would have also not used the pillow again either. That is just disgusting. It was a good story though. I was kind of hoping it would be funnier though. I will apologize now for my "negative comment" lol.

 
At 5:15 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

gosh sara stop being so negative honestly......hmm this might not be the best time to ask considering this story but.... i need a place to stay. i've talked to your wife already and she said that i could use one of your pillows.....i dont have a towel either so ill just use the pillow as a towel as well......i didnt think youd mind

 
At 11:06 PM, Anonymous barama said...

thats a good story..

 

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