Confessions of a Scholar Mom
When you are a mother, taking your child with you to the bathroom is status quo, especially in public spaces. Even if you have a little boy. I mean, where else are they to go?
Yesterday was no different from any other outing. Except, well, someone was listening.
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.
