I had just come back down from the third floor where Kwame, Amir and I had been trying to solve some questions in readiness for the second part of Dr Hodge’s Calculus II test today (it’s 1:37 am). My clothes had been sitting in the washing machine for a while and I remembered to stop at the laundry to transfer them to the dryer.
I was groggy eyed from lack of sleep but I still placed each item one by one in the dryer. Out came my jeans, my black t-shirts and socks from the washer I used for coloreds. The first item I picked from the white washer felt strange — I can tell every item by the way it feels. When I looked down at what I was holding, my eyes opened wide.
It was a pair of frilly white panties.
This wasn’t the first time and it wasn’t the second either. The first time it’d been a pair of black panties and the second time, I’d been graced with a pink bra. I’d completely freaked out when I unloaded my laundry basket and saw a black bra in the middle of the pile.
Some girl here in the dorms is popping her underwear in people’s laundry and getting it done for free. My whites have been mixed with panties that have been God knows where.
I wish I knew the girl who did this…
…I’d write her name on them and hang them at the entrance to Hogan Hall.