Friday, July 31, 2009

Part 1: Dealing with Roommates

Last year, I started writing something I liked to call "Confessions of a College Freshman." Basically, I wrote about the important things I learned during my freshman year at FGCU. Some of them were silly, like, "what not to tell your parents." Others were more "planning for today...not tomorrow or next year." It's still not done yet, but it's a work in progress. I've still never shown it to anyone, but with the new school year approaching, I feel that now may be the best time to start sharing it. In each post, I'm going to post one of the entries from my "book" (I don't know what else to call it!). So now, I present to you...Confessions of a College Freshman: Dealing With Roomates.

Going into college, I thought that my roommate(s) were going to be my best friend(s). I had that expectation because of what the movies showed and what everyone I knew told me. The truth is, your roommate could be your best friend but they could also be your worst enemy. Mine is somewhere in between. We can talk to each other in a civil manner, but you will never see us hanging out. We’re two different people with two different lifestyles. She’s got a job and buys tons of expensive (and materialistic) things. She’s so into her looks that I rarely see her without makeup and her hair done. Her boyfriend is always around. I’m the opposite. I have no job, I don’t care about buying expensive things, and I rarely do my hair or wear makeup. Not to mention, I am so single (as of today, at least). We have the same views on a lot of things and have gone through a lot of the same things, but at the end of the day that’s not enough. She’s messy and disrespectful and it ultimately causes a lot of problems (most of which I never tell her about). But there’s nothing I can really do. She’s never around for me to tell her what I think of her boyfriend using my towel or her leaving hair and dirt from the floor in our foyer. The only thing you can really do is make the best of it. If that means pulling innocent, harmless pranks to get a good laugh, then so be it. Just don’t pour so much water into your roommates face wash that it comes out as water (I felt really bad about that one). Regardless of how you feel about your roommate, you have to live with them for 32 weeks (unless, of course, you decide to switch rooms). So just make the best of it!!

1 comment:

  1. So I'm guessing she's too busy doing her makeup and shopping Prada to notice your blog. But who really cares anyway? Look on the bright side, like you said, she's never around. Speaking from much experience, an absent roommate is far better than a present, noisy and messy roommate. Oh, and next time, sprinkle a little pepper into the face wash!