The first day of college festivities like unpacking suitcases, decorating the dorm room, and meeting the girl that I would live with for an entire year was nothing like I expected it to be. I decided that I would go into college without searching for someone to live with on one of those roommate search engine websites and just to go with the luck of the draw. Unfortunately, that may have not been the best decision little high school me had at the time.
I anticipated a roommate that I could go get dinners with and coffee in the morning before class. I always imagined the person I would dorm with would be someone who I could share embarrassing freshman year experiences with. Mostly just trivial things that we could both laugh at together. Sadly, my roommate was someone who I believe had said a total of 10 words to me during the whole semester.
I remember waking up every morning to the fresh smell of microwaved eggs over fried rice at 4 in the morning. If you’re wondering why she would wake up so early every morning, join the club. I have no idea either. She would sit there at her desk with her LED bright light pointed directly at my eyes and would either be skyping with her parents or playing some type of video games. Keep in mind, this is 4am! From there on, she would sit at that same chair the entire day and would only get up to use the bathroom or attend her lectures. I basically knew her schedule since she would only get up from her chair two times a day.
I’m not sure if it was her microwaved breakfast that urged me to move out, or her uncanny ability to ignore every thing I said. It was around midterm season when I was sick with the flu, and decided I needed to move out. If anyone’s sick during one of the most important times of the semester that would be me, and I was in desperate need of medicine and a good nights rest.
I was lying in my bed and asked her if she could get my Nyquil from my closet and bring it to me. I got no response from her. Yes, I can respect that she was a quiet girl and kept to herself, but I desperately needed her help. I asked her over and over again until she finally turned her chair around and said, “I’m busy.” I think that was probably when I decided to pay the three hundred dollar cancellation fee and GTFO.
I’m not going to lie, one of the most frustrating parts of my freshman year was coming home and wanting to talk about my day, and seeing her sitting at her chair not even acknowledging my presence. I definitely learned a valuable lesson last semester.
When the going gets tough in the units, move out.
