This week the GP health people came to Brooke Hall to register for students. The medical staff explained all kinds of basic service provided. When it comes to contraception, the speaker focused on morning-after pills. There is indeed the necessity for him to do so because now more and more stories are going on outside my window. There are not just group gatherings. One night when I would like to ask someone about transportation, I saw two kids kissing happily after opening the window. The only way for me to exit was to close the window again, quietly. The speaker explained in detail the effects of taking the pills on the first, second until fifth day after having sex. While he rambled on, I looked around the room with sadness because the boys in my sight are almost half my age, and I didn't take into account their preferred gender yet. I couldn't help sighing in my heart wondering the use of telling me about this subject. There is literally no one I can fall in love with here.
Upon coming home last night, I was confronted with another huge circle of party in front of my window. Kids smoked, with a few bottles of beer scattered around. Andie and I had the feeling that these youngsters are much more bored than me. After Andie finished her midnight snacks, we attempted to estimate when this party would draw to an end. No sooner had I pulled open the curtains than Charles, a very pure-looking boy who lives on my floor, gestured for us to join them. In fact, we are on a nodding and smiling term, no more than that, so I guessed he had drunk. When he glimpsed the emptied tray of beef and opinion pie, he glued his lips to my window, leaving a very passionate lip print on it. I was deadly sure that he had drunk because even Andie, who saw him for the first time last night, could tell that he is a shy, sensitive and maybe fragile boy. Next, Joey, who was playing with someone else, came to my window to show me his new haircut. Kids might have got the hint of the two middle-aged women, so they moved to the far end of the courtyard to continue their party.
Before going to bed, Andie and I gossiped out of boredom. We talked about whether we'd consider falling in love with someone like Charles. Andie said she'd give it a thought. I then reminded her, "His love might be heavy..." Then I went on to make up silly stories. Based on my observation, Charles is quite close to his neighbor Edward, but one day when the latter falls in love with someone else, heartbroken Charles might come knock on my window asking if I could talk to him. Andie said he would probably sit in front of my window weeping and that I would open the window to invite him in for a cup of tea. I carried on to suggest that we we might become buddies etc. (While I am typing this terribly stupid story, Charles is hugging tightly a slightly older blonde lady right in front of my eyes. Looks like the woman is leaving.)
Though there is no one for me to love in Brooke Hall and the boys can't live without cigarettes and they chat like mad until midnight in front of my window almost every day, I feel that they can be my shoulders as well upon thinking of these kids whom I don't know well. I am secretly happy that it's not a dorm full of really dull PhD men who are of my age that I live in. Whatever happens, boys will form part of the tableau of my year in London!