i think it’s fair to say that most people have had a roommate at some point, whether in college, after college, or whatever. it’s an easy way to cut costs, live somewhere nicer than you could afford on your own, and ease the transition from childhood to adulthood. over the years, i’ve had an interesting parade of roommates:
- the religious hippie: my roommate from my first year of college. she was the very first person i’d shared space with who i wasn’t related to, so naturally, it was rocky. probably didn’t help things that i was crazy that year. i dated a bunch of men she hated and she was not shy about letting me know that i was infuriating the heavens by hanging out with such an array of douchebaggery (i excused it all because, hey, BOW TIES). it also didn’t help that she was a hippie and very fervent about her religious beliefs (see nickname).
- the eye doctor: sophomore year. we balance lots of fun with an immense amount of work. and, other than the times i walked in on her knocking boots (the sock on the door trick is still very much necessary), we were a great duo. she’s currently in eye doctor school.
- the new zealand emo trio: i lived in a flat with the three most emo individuals alive. one of the girls had a twin who lived with them, but had just flunked out and i took her old space. a republican-voting 19 year old peppy and preppy american who was really excited to be of a legal drinking age wasn’t quite what they were looking for to fill the void.
- the sheeper: new zealand changed me a lot and returning was very underwhelming. when i got back, i lived with one girl, the sheeper (she has an obsession with sheep, don’t ask), and except for one epic fight at the beginning, we were fantastic together. bless her and her patience for living with the brattiest, most petulant girl around.
- A&J: she.nan.i.gans. senior year of college was the best experience ever. we were crazy busy, partied all the time, and, even though we fought sometimes, had a fantastic year. in hindsight, i could’ve lived there forever.
- the danish girl, M: my first year i lived in grad school housing. sheer luck left me without a roommate first semester, but an email in october changed all that. dear firecracker, we are pleased to let you know that a foreign exchange student, M, will be joining us in the spring. she’ll be your roommate. here’s her email, be nice. i was REALLY excited and determined to give her the living abroad experience i didn’t get (see bullet 3 above). when she showed up i took her shopping and to school and we talked about everything. she lasted 5 days before returning to denmark.
- the current roommate: we met in DC my summer after 1L where we partied like crazy. she transfered to my school and we found a great house near the water. we are, to put it mildly, very different people. where i’m fiercely independent and rational, she loves to be around people 24/7 and is very emotional. sometimes it’s good and sometimes (ie now) it leads to weeks-long fights. she just ended a 2-week long silent treatment of me–she’s 25.