All This Over Five Bucks
After pulling an all-nighter to finish a group assignment, I wanted only one thing: sleep.
I did not even get 10 minutes.
My roommate, Ronda Jones, burst into the dorm, raging about class. She shouted into her headset and turned our room into a storm of insults and keyboard slams.
When I quietly asked her to keep it down, she turned on me instead. Then the power went out, and a 5-dollar electricity bill became the excuse she had been waiting for.
I refused to split it.
That single decision set everything in motion.