So last night was a little crazy. My suite-mate (Tucker) was being his crazy self like he always is, which is what I love about him, he tends to find it funny when he could grosses me out with his socks, knowing that I'm a slight germaphobe lol. Anyways we were messing around and i went to go to my room and he walked over to go in acting like he had his nasty sock in his hand like he usually does so i go over to shut the door and like always he starts acting like he's hurt until i decide to look and see blood on my door and turned out his finger was between the door and the frame, got pinched and let's just say that the tip of his finger was only being held together by skin. I felt SO bad, It feels horrible looking out and seeing someones face in so much pain and need for help. Gosh I still see it and i hate, I don't ever wanna see anyones face like that again, especially knowing that I was part of the cause. Anyways, Tucker's fine now, we got him to the hospital and his finger should be fully healed in 2 days, and he keeps telling me to not feel bad. I just can't get that face out of my head. He's a strong guy and I respect him even more after tonight and how he handled things, cuz I know things wouldn't have played out the same if I had been the one that got my finger-tip snapped off.
Kinda started off with a downer, but Pepperdine's been amazing so far and as you can tell from the story, friendships are growing. So I'm sure it won't be hard to get a more postive post up on here haha.
-AMA
p.s. sorry bout any grammar mistakes, just kinda typed it out.
