The Story Teller

At 2 O'clock in the A.M., Cory and I found ourselves back in our dorm room. Despite the fact we had been out all night, neither of us were remotely tired. Cory looks over at me from his computer and asks if I'm up for doing anything. I say "Sure", and within seconds he is calling up one of his random female acquaintances. He has many, and rarely do I ever see the same one twice over in our room.

So, 20 minutes later I am introduced to Megan. I think "Great another girl that's going to make out with Cory and then pass out," I leave the two of them to chat in the living room as I play free online video games. However, I got bored of this fast, so I popped down on a couch and joined them.

During my first conversation with Megan, she told me about her blood thirsty younger brother. She went into detail about how he confided in her that he wanted to kill someone and watch them die at some point in his life. I know better than to get overdramatized about these statements, but Cory was freaking out in fear for his life.

I noticed that not only was she prone to talking, but she had a knack for telling stories. She never held back and there was a sound of glee in each story she would tell about her life. Even revealing times of pain, Megan would let out a wide grin and laugh about her anguish.

She explained how nice it felt to be wrapped in a warm blanket after lying on a cold, steel operation table. She briefly told us about her experiences growing up in a single parent home with an alcoholic mom, but these were only side-notes in her story telling. Many times she would branch off into other events, and I would have to remind her to come back to the original story.

After listening to a couple of her tales, I decided to give it a try. Mostly about recent events that have occurred on campus, like the tunnel discovery. Sure on face value they could not hold a candle to what she had been through, but with some improvisions I was able to come out with a couple intriguing tales. Yes, some of them even included magical dwarves and a unicorn, in which I later shot and made into extra-strong glue.

Megan had to be at work at 8 A.M., and at 4 we decided we would stay up until 7 when she had to leave to get ready. I don't know how we did it, but Megan and I were able to pass stories back in forth as Cory was a sleep on the floor. I told one fantastically embellished story after another. To be honest, I was impressed with my ability to tell stories. Just to make someone laugh at your creation is satisfaction enough.

Even though Megan easily told us stories from her life, she was very guarded about how Cory and I would interpret them. "You don't think I'm a tease do you?" she would say over and over. We reassured her that we didn't and convinced her to continue with her story, which wasn't hard to do. I've noticed that in both my journalism work and in everyday life, that I have an unusual interest in other people's stories. I think this is what made last night work. She had stories to tell, I was ready to listen.

At 7 'o'clock she left our room and I immediately went to bed as Cory stayed on the floor. I have never stayed up that late, but those last 5 hours on Saturday night (Sunday Morning) defined my weekend.