for one year. Rexburg was over 200 miles away from my home
and so I lived in the dorms near the campus. Believe it or not, I really did
have three roommates with the same or similar names – though each spelled differently. Christy Ann Howardson, Christie Lee Hill and
Kristaleigh Phelps. The girls who lived
in the same dorm as we did would see me coming and would say, “Hi Christi-“ in
which I would respond, “No, I’m the other one” thus earning my new nickname,
“the other one” Ricks College
We couldn’t refer to the Christie(y)s with just the last initial because they both started with the same letter. And although Christie was willing to go by Christie Lee it was just too confusing for Kristaleigh. And Christy refused to go by Christy Ann. So sometimes I called her Howard – or Howardine – just to get a rile out of her. It was actually kind of fun.
As roommates go, we all had our peculiarities, our strengths and our weaknesses, etc. Christie was a take charge kind of gal. We called her mom. She liked to bake. And she baked well. She once made an oatmeal cake in two round pans. Never had an opportunity to put it together and frost it as one. Christy ate one pan and I ate the other. And I think Christie was okay with it. She loved to cook and bake but didn’t necessarily want to eat everything she made.
Most of the dishes in the kitchen were hers. She had brought along these puny juice glasses which I always referred to as “Barbie doll” glasses. I had asked her why she had brought so many “Barbie doll” glasses instead of something large enough to actually quench one’s thirst. She said matter-of-factly, “Because I was hoping that I would get a roommate who would give them a nickname.”
Christy, who was one of the most gullible people on this planet, believed her.
Boys seemed magnetized to Christy. Can’t say that I would have been interested in any of them. Not that they’d ever give me a second look. Seriously. They all needed ego boosters. And not all of them had good intentions. And Christy was quite naïve.
Kristaleigh and I were the theatrical pair. She actually majored in theatre – whereas I was just a ham. I once practiced lines with her as she had an audition coming up. She asked me to pair up with her for her audition. She picked out my clothes so that I would look the part. I told the instructor that I was not trying out for the part but had come to assist. I wasn’t interested in the play itself nor was I interested in devoting my free time with practice.
After we had auditioned, he looked at me and said I could still be considered. I told him no, thank you. I’m so glad that I did. For, according to Kristaleigh, everyone who had auditioned had been given a part – except for her. I think she tried too hard and her acting was just that. It never looked natural. I would have felt awful going to auditions that she wasn’t directly a part of. She worked it out so that she could be prop manager.
The dorm put out a newsletter once a month (I’m guessing) and Christie was one of the editors and had asked Christy and I to write pieces on occasion. I actually didn’t remember having that newsfeed but had come across it when weeding through the scrapbooks that I could no longer save (see this post)
I had scanned the following: