During my freshman year, I had the wonderful experience of having two different roommates. At first I was not the happiest camper about getting a new one my second semester, but it turned out to make my life 20 times better.

My first roommate and I had become friends through the Stockton Facebook page, and we hit it off immediately. We struggled to make sure we were definite roommates and it all worked out in the end. We shared so many laughs throughout our first semester together. From late night dinners that consisted of sitting for three hours and getting hungry again to quoting Spongebob every chance we got. She truly showed me that college really was not that scary as long as you had the right person by your side through it all. Sadly, I would not have her through it all. She was not as happy as she thought she would be and ended up transferring to Rowan so she could be close to home. I was devastated of course, but I would never stand in the way of her happiness.

She taught me many things including to love myself in all forms, to laugh at myself and to shed a little light of happiness on everyone you may cross paths with. She was truly the ideal roommate and I could not have asked her to be any more perfect.

When the spring semester was just around the corner, I was sure I was not going to get another roommate. However, three days before move-in day, I received an email from someone I was dreading talking to. I will be honest, I was not happy at all about the change and did not want any part of a new person living with me. And of course, my judgement was completely wrong.

My second roommate ended up living in the town right next to mine, two blocks away to be exact! We instantly had a connection because of it and we talked all the time about hometown things. However, I was worried that might be the only thing we had in common. To be honest, I was somewhat right.

We are very different people, but we became such great friends. She made me laugh every single day with all the different antics she got herself into. She would come home from parties, and just say and do the funniest things like going to bed in the clothes she had on, or just going to bed naked. She never woke up for her morning classes and for a while I was waking her up, but then just kinda gave up on her and let her sleep (sorry).

My second roommate taught me that everyone has a struggle no matter what it may be, big or small. Always be kind because you truly never know what others are going through. She also told me to never judge a book by its cover; it may surprise you. Lastly, to always have a good time wherever life may take you.

The experiences I have had with both of my roommates were completely different, but also completely amazing. I thank god for the both of them continuing to be in my life. So that being said, thank you Brooke and Angela for always sticking by my side through all the attitudes I threw your way, all of my complaining and for putting up with my disgusting self walking in the door at three in the morning waking you up. You made my freshman year of college ideal and I would not have traded either of you for anything in this world. I love you both to no end.