Going into my sophomore year at University of Dayton, I am once again hit with the nervousness that comes with not knowing your roommates. In a way it feels like freshman year again, with all of the fears and questions like "Will they like me?" and "Will we get along?" running around in my head. Honestly in a way it also feels worse, because I feel like one of the only people who's returning to school not knowing who they're living with.

In my case, my housing assignment has been changed three times over the course of the summer. Recently I got the same email for the third time stating who my new roommates will be. I know in one instance, people got separated from their friends. The next change occurred without talking to the other people I was matched with at all. I'm nervous that the same thing will happen again and that I shouldn't get my hopes up about trying to get to know the new people I'm paired up with, but maybe the third time's a charm?

There's so many conflicting thoughts in my head, like whether I should be the first one to reach out or if I should even try to communicate at all, in case this housing assignment was another mistake and it changes again. It's annoying to always overthink things, especially when it comes to things that I can't really change or know about until I get back to school.

Something that seems to sooth my overactive thoughts some is thinking back to what happened freshman year. My housing assignment for my freshman year of college was in a triple, living in the same room with two other girls. That was something I definitely didn't expect at the time, and I don't think I even knew that was something that happened. I mainly just figured everyone had one roommate, and you'd either get the horror stories you hear of roommates not liking each other or you'd become great friends.

I was a little more anxious knowing that I would be in a triple and not knowing either of the two people I would be living with for a school year. It turned out good though, because even though it was the beginning of college and it was tough on everyone, the three of us soon found a way to live together that was beneficial for all of us. We became friends, and I went on to have some of the best times freshman year in that room.

Knowing that things turned out well my first year of college gives me hope that the same will happen this upcoming year. At best, things will turn out even better than expected and I'll make some more good friends. At worst, we may not get along and things may have to change again. Whether it turns out great, terrible, or somewhere in between, I'm going to go into this new year with the mindset of making the best out of any situation that arises.