By Daisha Overstreet
As a freshman, I am learning every day about the unusual things that sometimes bring the worst out of people. Laundry, in particular, never seemed that big of a deal until I stepped foot on this campus. I am a very lenient person, so if my laundry is sitting in the washer or dryer, and the machines are off, you are more than welcome to move my clothes. The other ladies on my floor are not so forgiving.
One morning, I took my poorly scented bundle of clothes down the hall to the laundry room and spotted a pile of wet clothes lying in the washing machine. Assuming someone failed to remember she left clothes, I decided to do her a favor (at least I thought it was) and moved her clothes to the dryer so I could start my laundry. When I returned to move my laundry, I saw a note in red capital letters neatly taped on the washer read: “DO NOT TOUCH OTHER’S LAUNDRY. EVER.” So much for trying to be nice. I was not expecting this, and I was honestly pretty mad, but I kept my composure and continued on with my laundry.
I must also mention, the meticulous women on my floor collectively decided to muster up a sign-up sheet for when we do our laundry, which would work if people used it. Since her name was not on the list, I felt entitled to step in and do my laundry. Even though I thought I was a rebel at the time, there were definitely other ways to go about this such as: do my laundry at another time, see whose laundry it was (and verbally communicate with that person) or finish my laundry on another floor.
However, I didn’t do any of that. I was impatient and moved the girl’s clothes again so I could dry my laundry. I then came back to find note No. 2. In general, this consisted of a letter of how I am an inconsiderate, rude human being who is only concerned about myself. “Patience is a true virtue,” she wrote. “So don’t ever touch my clothes or anyone else’s ever again, for your own good!” My blood started to boil. She sealed her threat passive-aggressively with a red heart, and, at this point, I was extremely aggravated and wanted to give this girl a piece of my mind.
Still, I moved the laundry. I could have listened, but I will admit I was impatient and didn’t take the effort to talk with the girl on my floor about her problems too. She should have been aware of her laundry, and we both should have been considerate of others because the hall is not centered on one person’s needs only.
Try establishing a relationship with the people on your floor, apartment, etc. It helps to avoid prejudices, conflict and overall awkwardness when situations arise. Now, my roommate and I continue to build a relationship with our floor mates to avoid any more conflicts. A simple “Hi, how are you?” shows that we try to communicate with the ladies, and when our floor has some group activity, we try our best to participate, just to show that we want to build friendships. At this point, building these relationships is something I am still working on and something everyone should try wherever they live, not just for the sake of laundry.