Green benches line the walls of the Applebees waiting area. Windows cover by cream colored blinds are dimly lit by flickering Busch Light signs. Top 40 music plays from the speakers over our head, some song we didn’t recognize. We smell French fries and cheeseburgers and see waitresses scurrying from left and right with full drink trays, in a hurry to server all of their customers. Crayons sit on the empty host stand, inviting to a college student that has been cooped up in their dorm room due to the snow. Maryville, Missouri makes crayons interesting. Seems innocent enough, right? Wrong. Not when my friends and I are in town. Melancholy atmospheres don’t suit us well, especially when it’s one of our birthdays. Here we are, freshmen at Northwest Missouri State University, celebrating a birthday and reminiscing on the fact that we have almost made it through our first year of college. Keyaira, the birthday girl, and I dressed similarly for the occasion. We both wore black leather motorcycle jackets along with jeans and knee high boots. We were hardly dressed for the weather.
The snow was deadly. Piles of white fluff passed our ankles and almost kept Satty, Keyaira’s 1994 Saturn from making the trek from campus to Applebee’s on that frigid winter evening. Tire marks in the deep snow let us know that the trip was indeed possible. We saw tracks leaving, but none coming back. Nonetheless, the cabin fever was getting to us and we had to leave campus by any means necessary.
After sitting in the waiting area of the restaurant for over an hour, we finally made our way to the center of the restaurant to a table large enough to seat twenty people. The conversation inevitably turned to sex. It made Keyaira and I reminisce on our first weekend on the Northwest Missouri State University campus. After we were all settled in to our dorm rooms, we took what we called a field trip around campus to visit one another’s dorm rooms. Keyaira lived on the fifth floor of Millikan Hall with Mi-Keya. To say the very least, Mi-Keya was a character. While showing off her side of the room, a condom fell from under her purple and white plaid pillow. It took us all by surprise for a bit, but then we realized we were all in college and she was really taking a safety precaution. That wintery evening at dinner, Mi-Keya’s random condom came up in conversation. For whatever reason, she was carrying it around with her that day. She says it was a reminder to stay safe, because being in college doesn’t make us invincible. The birthday dinner was a bit more than a dinner. It was a short lesson in sex education. The conversation was very mature, with the exception of the comical reference to what came to be known as Mi-Keya’s “pet condom.”
After several hours of eating wings and French fries, our evening finally came to an end. We shared several laughs. It was a night to remember. As we climbed back into Keyaira’s Saturn in an attempt to escape the cold, we discussed how Mi-Keya’s condom had followed us over the course of the year. It seems a bit unorthodox to have a “pet condom”, but it serves as a gentle reminder of a collegiate version of sex education.