I went to help an English 101 classmate with her paper tonight, she seems to be having trouble "grasping" the concept of writing so she and the teacher both asked me to help. Not a problem really. She's a friend of a friend and an overall cool chick.
So I get there and she gives me a tour of her place. Storm rolls in and we stand outside watching for a bit before it starts raining. All the while her neighbor is hanging out and making idle conversation with us. Finally we go back inside to start on her paper and her neighbor takes off on his bicycle to go to whatever restaurant he's headed to. All of this takes about an hour.
We work on the paper a bit, making sure her outline is good and correcting the thesis statement as needed. During this time her neighbor has called her on her cell, twice. I step outside for a smoke later and here's the neighbor pushing his bike up the road. Come to find out he'd been hit by a car while he was in the parking lot of the restaurant.
Now, he looks fine to me, and I ask him if he's ok. He assures me he's fine. He comes inside with me and my classmate takes a look at him, just a few scrapes on the side of his leg. Find out then that he'd been drinking a bit, which is no big deal, but at this point there was just something different about him at this point that made me a bit uneasy.
It's obvious to me that he has a thing for my classmate. I'm assuming the reason he called so often while he was gone was to make sure she was "ok" with a strange man in her house. I met her once years ago while she was with our mutual friend and we reconnected in class this term. The mutual friend is a very good friend of mine and I've known her for years, but I'm getting off track....
Anyways, he stands around by the front door for a bit while my classmate is on the phone with another neighbor telling her what had happened. Whether it was from the accident or just the amount he drank I don't know, but she couldn't get a straight answer out of him about where he'd been hit. We knew it was in the parking lot, but not exactly which parking lot. He just seemed evasive to me. The whole time I was getting this vibe that he wasn't quite all there. He finally left to go home and we got back to working on the paper.
I've never been the most social person around and sometimes I get a little weird around people I don't know, especially if I can't read them well. He called again about 10 minuets after he left, then came over and knocked on the door about 10 minutes after that. My classmate went outside to talk to him and I decided that it was time to leave. She came back in and I gave her a few more hints about finishing the paper and made my way to the door on the other side of her house. The neighbor then walked in the door he'd knocked on without knocking this time, which I gather is a normal thing by my classmate's reaction.
I consider her a friend of sorts, she's got a lot going on with her life and we've talked on occasion about those things. She works 3 jobs, has 3 kids, 2 of which are her ex-husband's and not biologically hers and I don't think she should be responsible for them because of that but that's not my call. One of those other 2 is a high functioning autistic. She's going to school part time, and it seems she takes care of the cooking mostly for a few of her neighbors, another thing I don't think she should be doing but again it's not my call. I respect her for trying to take on all of these things by herself, but maybe it's a bit too much. Again, not my call.
I don't know, I really shouldn't care about any of this because it has nothing to do with me. But she thinks she can handle all of it. Mainly I'm worried that her neighbor is going to do something bad at some point. She just seems oblivious to it. Maybe I'm reading the situation wrong. Who knows.
Well that was pretty much a jumble of all over the place. Guess that's just how my mind works. I'm done.
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So I get there and she gives me a tour of her place. Storm rolls in and we stand outside watching for a bit before it starts raining. All the while her neighbor is hanging out and making idle conversation with us. Finally we go back inside to start on her paper and her neighbor takes off on his bicycle to go to whatever restaurant he's headed to. All of this takes about an hour.
We work on the paper a bit, making sure her outline is good and correcting the thesis statement as needed. During this time her neighbor has called her on her cell, twice. I step outside for a smoke later and here's the neighbor pushing his bike up the road. Come to find out he'd been hit by a car while he was in the parking lot of the restaurant.
Now, he looks fine to me, and I ask him if he's ok. He assures me he's fine. He comes inside with me and my classmate takes a look at him, just a few scrapes on the side of his leg. Find out then that he'd been drinking a bit, which is no big deal, but at this point there was just something different about him at this point that made me a bit uneasy.
It's obvious to me that he has a thing for my classmate. I'm assuming the reason he called so often while he was gone was to make sure she was "ok" with a strange man in her house. I met her once years ago while she was with our mutual friend and we reconnected in class this term. The mutual friend is a very good friend of mine and I've known her for years, but I'm getting off track....
Anyways, he stands around by the front door for a bit while my classmate is on the phone with another neighbor telling her what had happened. Whether it was from the accident or just the amount he drank I don't know, but she couldn't get a straight answer out of him about where he'd been hit. We knew it was in the parking lot, but not exactly which parking lot. He just seemed evasive to me. The whole time I was getting this vibe that he wasn't quite all there. He finally left to go home and we got back to working on the paper.
I've never been the most social person around and sometimes I get a little weird around people I don't know, especially if I can't read them well. He called again about 10 minuets after he left, then came over and knocked on the door about 10 minutes after that. My classmate went outside to talk to him and I decided that it was time to leave. She came back in and I gave her a few more hints about finishing the paper and made my way to the door on the other side of her house. The neighbor then walked in the door he'd knocked on without knocking this time, which I gather is a normal thing by my classmate's reaction.
I consider her a friend of sorts, she's got a lot going on with her life and we've talked on occasion about those things. She works 3 jobs, has 3 kids, 2 of which are her ex-husband's and not biologically hers and I don't think she should be responsible for them because of that but that's not my call. One of those other 2 is a high functioning autistic. She's going to school part time, and it seems she takes care of the cooking mostly for a few of her neighbors, another thing I don't think she should be doing but again it's not my call. I respect her for trying to take on all of these things by herself, but maybe it's a bit too much. Again, not my call.
I don't know, I really shouldn't care about any of this because it has nothing to do with me. But she thinks she can handle all of it. Mainly I'm worried that her neighbor is going to do something bad at some point. She just seems oblivious to it. Maybe I'm reading the situation wrong. Who knows.
Well that was pretty much a jumble of all over the place. Guess that's just how my mind works. I'm done.
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