Sometimes Things Come Back To Haunt You In A GOOD Way
It is Halloween of my freshman year of college, and an organization on campus has set up a haunted house in the basement of one of the dorms. Long, thick fabric hanging from the ceiling creates pitch-dark, claustrophobic “halls” that lead suddenly to larger, semi-lit “rooms” where the scares take place. There are three people in each group that goes through the haunted house, single-file.
I am a short, small, quiet, unimposing white woman with no interest in sports. Behind me in line is a VERY tall, VERY buff Black man with his girlfriend, who is also Black and about my height and build. In front of me are three average-build white guys.
As we wait in the vestibule to be let in, Tall Guy approaches me diffidently, with his girlfriend giggling behind him.
Tall Guy: “Hey, I’m really sorry, but I get really scared in these things, but I lost a bet with my girlfriend there, and she said I had to come. Would you mind holding my hand while we go through?”
I manage to keep a smile off my face and agree. We go through, dropping hands each time we get to a “scare room”.
When we are about halfway through, one of the “scare rooms” goes dark, and the creepy, cackling “scarer” tells us to go off to the left. I have trouble hearing her, though, because as soon as the lights go out, Tall Guy starts screaming.
Tall Guy: “Where’s that white chick?! White chick! Where’d you go?! White chick! Please don’t leave me here alone!”
Girlfriend: “Hey, you shut up or I’ll drop your hand!”
Meanwhile, I find his hand, and for the rest of the haunted house, he doesn’t release it even in the “scare rooms”. When we reach the end, he thanks me as his girlfriend teases him.
A few months later, the spring semester begins. I go to a large, upper-level Middle Eastern history class and try to sit in the front row to compensate for my need for new glasses, only to be told that is reserved for football players, ROTC, and their friends. As I try to find a seat in the second or third row, I hear a half-remembered voice.
Tall Guy: “Hey! White chick! Remember me from Halloween?”
Me: “Oh! Hey! Tall Guy! You survived the scare season! Did your girlfriend make you go to any more haunted houses?”
Tall Guy: *Grinning* “Did you call me ‘Tall Guy’? That’s great. My brother’s taller than me. I’ll have to rub that in his face. My name’s [Tall Guy]. Yeah, my girlfriend [Girlfriend] tried to get me to go to one of those haunted corn mazes, but I just wouldn’t. I’ll have to tell her I saw that white chick again, though. I swear, you saved me from a heart attack.”
At this point, most of the other students have arrived, and all but the front row is totally full, with the front row only half-full.
Professor: *Irritatedly* “I guess if you know [Tall Guy], you can sit here.”
Confused, I do so, and Tall Guy and I continue to chat. He tells me he’s a junior on the football team, and I explain that I am a history major and had AP credit for the lower-level history classes. The ROTC students arrive in uniform en masse and fill up the rest of the first row.
Tall Guy asks if I want to join him and his girlfriend for lunch in the main dining hall, and I agree.
Once we get there, I follow him to a small, secluded room with two large tables. I realize from the physiques of the guys sitting there that this is likely the football team.
Tall Guy: “Hey, y’all remember White Chick from Halloween that [Girlfriend] keeps teasing me about? Yeah, this is her, [My Name]. We have Mid East together.
Football Player #1: “Ohhh, dude, with [Professor]? He’s tough. I had him last year. I can memorize dates and stuff easy, but he always wants you to go into like the deep backgrounds and motivations and stuff. Give me facts any day!”
Me: “I’m actually a history major and studied most of what’s on the syllabus in high school, so that’s a relief for me!”
Girlfriend: “I have him in the afternoon, and I’m crap at that kind of thing.”
Football Player #2: “Same with us.”
He gestures to either side of himself at [Football Player #3] and [Football Player #2]’s girlfriend.
Me: “Well, if any of y’all need help, I used to tutor in high school, so I’m pretty good at explaining that kind of stuff. It’s what all my teachers there wanted.”
A nervous talker, I take out the syllabus and proceed to give a mini-lecture about the topic we are due to cover the second day of class.
Tall Guy: “Dude. You know your stuff! You’ll tutor us? Let me call and clear it with Coach! There will have to be like background checks and references and stuff, but you’ll get to come with us on the long away games.”
Me: “Wait, what?”
It turned out that the football teams had dedicated tutors for various subjects, and the history tutor had quit suddenly due to family circumstances.
After a few days and many meetings and calls with my advisor, the head football coach, and my high school teachers, I took a final for the Middle Eastern History class, with that professor glaring at me the whole time. I passed with a 97%.
I was told that I could now tutor the football team for the spring and summer semesters since my references were stellar and I had now passed all the classes the football players were taking that semester. I got a fairly generous salary, travel weekends, and a whole pack of new friends! My dorm room fees for the summer were also waived, as I hadn’t planned to attend that optional semester. I was also moved to an Elizabethan History class that happened during the same time slot — one that was “full” and that I’d wanted to take anyway!
It just goes to show what a friendly demeanor and a lot of serendipity can get you! I still keep up with Tall Guy and his girlfriend, who are married, and Tall Guy went pro football for a few years before deciding to work in a job that would injure him less.