I am EXTREMELY happy that I can finally say--with no sarcasm or spiteful feelings--that I have great roommates. Not to say that the people I shared dorms with in the past were bad...they just weren't very good. Honestly, I never felt very comfortable with any of my previous arrangements. I spent so much time in my friend's buildings that other people thought I lived there. And when I wasn't with them, I spent my time waiting until my roommates went home for the weekend. Since many people on my campus seem to live out of backpacks and refuse to do their own laundry, I could have a few moments to myself every once in a while.
It could have been worse though. I was once dragged into a mediation between a few of my (mostly former) friends. Everything seemed peachy keen between them, when in reality two of the girls wanted to forcefully kick out their roommates and switch rooms because of petty things like music tastes and loud inside voices. One of my friends was forced into a sort of "intervention" that was really just her roommates standing in a circle and destroying her existence in the middle of the night. And I also had to help convince one girl to let her roommate into their shared dorm after she not only locked her out but moved all of their stuff to block the door. All because the girl did the unthinkable: have other friends.
Why can we all just get along? Or at the very least, keep our heads down and stay out of trouble?
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