And so, all of the residents of Cabaniss Hall descending down the stairs and outside of the building where we were instructed to stand on the sidewalk. It was a site to see: all of us standing in the early morning wearing pajamas, scarfs on heads, blankets wrapped around some people. We all looked a hot mess. I bet the firefighters who came by to check the dorm got a good laugh in. But, hey, who would expect for us to look glamarous at 7 o'clock in the morning?
I was mad. I had went to sleep fairly early (11:45 is early for me) and was not supposed to wake up until 8 o'clock. I had a Biology exam today and needed some beauty rest before test time came, which was not until 3, but still...
So there I stood in my shorts and t-shirt, hair down in my face (I had to take that horrible looking scarf off before leaving the dorm), crust around my eyes and legs unshaven. It should have been embarrassing to stand in front of all of those people looking like that but at that particular moment, I really did not care. I was mad that thirty minutes of what could have been my sleep was wasted. Hmmphh.
Now that was only the first part of my bad day. The next story is the second.
The black sororities and fraternitites are hosting a lot of events for every day this week, all leading up to the Fall Block Step Show this Saturday (which I'm going to), which is also VCU's oldest tradition and the biggest step show in VA.
Anyway, today's event was a blood drive. My friend asked me if I wanted to go and I said sure. I have never given blood before, but decided that now is maybe my chance. I mean, how bad could it be?
Bad!
So I met up with my friend and we went and waited a hour before finally being able to go get tested to see if we were eligible to donate blood. My phone's battery was low, so I turned it off to save some juice before I went to get tested. It took me only twenty minutes before I finally I got the green light.
I was directed to another line to wait in before officially donating some of my blood. All of the chairs were taken so we had to wait until a group finished. I looked around for my friend and did not see her. I kind of had a feeling that she could not donate blood, but figured she had already went in, even though we had both went to get tested at the same time. I turn on my phone and see a text explaining that she couldn't donate blood. She had left, leaving me alone to deal with a process I had never did before and had had many doubts about.
I was so mad and upset, I teared up!
What made it worst was that I had read a list saying that dizziness, vomitting, and fainting may occur. An alarm went off in my head: I did not want to do it!
The line moved and I walked into the room where they took your blood. They offered food and drinks before you donated your blood, which I took because they said the symtoms I mentioned earlier were likely to occur if you had not eaten or drinken enough before donating, and if you were tired or nervous. I fit into all of these categories, but I thought that I had to go through with it since I had came this far.
In the back in my mind, however, I prayed that I would get the strength and walk out of that horror room.
What I saw in front of me sealed the deal.
A boy who was donating blood had threw up and passed out. After that, I handed the bag to a lady and jetted out of there.
I got on the bus and listening to some upbeat music from my iPod to try and cheer me up from the anger I felt for going through something I didn't really want to do in the first place and the guilt from not finishing what I started. To my benefit, the music did help.
Tomorrow will be a better day; I know it :)
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