you gotta learn to dance before you learn to crawl
One of my roommates just returned home at 2 in the morning, stumbling along with the help of a friend who'd had to bring her home after she'd been kicked out of a club within 3 minutes of arriving. Said roommate, with my help, then tumbled her way through the hallways, knocking doors and limbs into walls, and generally making a racket. After I put her in bed, I went back out into the main part of the apartment to deal with our host parents who'd been awakened.
My roommate then proceeded to roll herself off of her bed and into the side table, knocking a half-empty coke can all over the wooden floors, and probably ruining her iPod. My host madame and I got paper towels, cleaned it up, and put a basin next to her bed in case she gets sick. Unfortunately, the other roommate has not yet returned to keep an eye on her, and may very well be in a similar state. What state is that, you ask? Not drunk, not trashed, no, she's not only completely wasted, she's drugged. I don't know what she's taken, but she's writhing around in bed, half-conscious, and most definitely on more than alcohol. What sucks for her? My host noticed. And will be talking to the AIFS people tomorrow.
Thankfully, my host madame was grateful for my help and said several times (when I apologized for the stupid American girls living in their home) that it certainly wasn't any fault of mine and I'm a reasonable, intelligent girl, unlike them.
They have only been here for two months, and yet these girls have managed to get themselves into so much trouble, so often. What does it take for a lesson to be learned?
EDITED LATER TO ADD:
She has definitely taken Ecstasy or something similar. She is . . . wow. Out of it doesn't begin to describe her adequately. Can't even stay on the bed, takes the whole mattress to the floor with her, stumbles around the room and passes out in the closet, which is where the host family stores some of their personal belongings, and is not a place we are supposed to go.
I. Do Not. Understand. These. People.
In all her squirming, the mattresses have slid entirely off the beds and she is somewhere in the room, crawling on the floor beneath the beds and I can't even find her. Good grief.
I had better get paid by AIFS or by this roommate's parents for babysitting. Seriously people? Film this girl right now and show it to all the elementary school and middle school kids in the world. Don't do drugs, and here's why.
EDITED EVEN LATER TO ADD:
Somehow, someway, this girl managed to break the bed, knock everything in the room over, and pull the curtains out of the wall. My other roommate returned in a sober state, was horrified, and pissed because a lot of her things were trashed. My host mother has seen the state of the room and is calling AIFS to get the roommates removed, and the sober roommate wants my help to sort of testify that she wasn't part of the whole mess. She'd been out with friends, and I called her to come home when the one roommate started getting out of control. There's a lot of drama involved with why the drugged rooomie came home with a different friend. See, she wasn't there when the other roommate broke her nose, and so as a sort of revenge, or an attempt to show her what it's lilke, she refused to leave the club with the drugged roomie. That's why a different friend had to bring her home, and I had to call the other roommate to have her come home.
It's just . . . half of me is like "Hello? You're reckless and you drink way too much, what did you think would happen? Eventually something bad. You need to start actually thinking." But then the other half of me is the one that both roommates come to talk to for advice and to vent, and I know that while incredibly dumb, they're human. They have parents, they have worries, they have fears, they don't mean for these things to happen, they just can't seem to make the connection between their actions and the consequences. So instead of scorning them as part of me would like to, I end up helping them get new phones when they break theirs and I listen as they tell me their problems (and even their issues with each other), and silently, I pity them.
When the roommate this morning asked me if I honestly thought she'd gotten into trouble and was going to be kicked out, I answered honestly, "Yes". I'm not going to lie to them and tell them their actions are all right, but I'm also not going to ignore them and be a bitch about things.
