Spring semester lesson #19: You’re never too old to love your stuffed animals.
S has Ollie and the Buddy (name TBD, she says). C has Seymour. I have Ryan the Lion and Cuddles. Nope, we’re not five years old. But we love our stuffed animals nonetheless.
Brief story that illustrates this deep, unconventional love: When my roommate went to Grand Valley State University this weekend to visit her boyfriend, she left Ollie behind. Our friend Jenna (oh look, what do you know, another shoutout) was studying in my room Saturday night and decided it’d be a good idea to panda-nap Ollie. We thought it was funny.
My roommate, on the other hand, didn’t agree. (I should’ve known better–you don’t get between a girl and her favorite stuffed animal.)
J lives in another building in our complex, so S and I decided to go retrieve Ollie late Sunday night. It was cold. And raining. A lot.
While we were standing outside my dorm, S turned to me and said, “Did you bring your umbrella?” “No, I left it in the room.” “Okay… run!”
I ran. S, on the other hand, ran while shouting, “I’m coming Ollie! Hold on, buddy! I promise to never leave you again!” — like a mother running to rescue her kidnapped child. Which isn’t a far-fetched description of the event. (Except, you know, the fact that Ollie’s a stuffed panda. But whatever.)
We tore through the lobby of J’s building (passing my friend MG who thought we were completely out of our minds) and ran upstairs to her room on the third floor. Her door was open, so I stood in the stairwell while S crept up to her room to steal Ollie back. She dashed in, grabbed the panda, and ran out–which ended up being completely unnecessary, because J wasn’t even there.
Still, we ran downstairs, stopped to explain ourselves to MG (“Is this a sorority thing?” “NO. It just happens that our mascot is a panda and my favorite stuffed animal is a panda.”), then bolted back to our room when S realized J was calling her. I don’t think we stopped running until we were back at our doorway.
Moral of the story: Don’t steal your friend’s stuffed animal. You have no idea how attached she might be.