
On the night of my eighteenth birthday, I heard a loud knock on my door. It was approximately 11 p.m., and my roommate had no plans to return until morning.
“RA’s! Open up!”
I peeked through the peephole. Two men, not much older than myself, sought entrance. In my naiveté, I opened the door.
“We heard complaints of noise. Are you having a party?”
I was stunned. Only three weeks into college, and I was already in trouble. But, quickly, my real error surfaced: I had unknowingly granted two strangers access into my room late at night.
It was 2 vs. 1, and I was in no position to win.
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