10 Things To Thank Your Roommate For

10 Things To Thank Your Roommate For

Good thing you'll live five minutes away next year and we still can see each other all the time.

As the school year comes to end, I look back on everything and everyone I've had in my life this year--a new major, a new apartment, and a new roommate. We lived through it all together, from the 6 am mornings up and out the door, the oven that takes forever to preheat, or setting the fire alarm off for boiling water, the apartment has been our little home.

Here are 10 things to thank your roommate for as the second semester comes to a close:

1. Doing your dishes

There have been countless times I have come home to a spotless kitchen (and even that burnt stuff on the stove was gone). A huge thank you for washing or putting my dishes away when I was in a rush the morning before.

2. Buying you things

How many times had I gone to the store to forget the one thing I went for? A roommate is there for you when they are out and ask if theres anything you need. Not all heroes wear capes.

3. Being your cheerleader whenever you needed it

Sometimes you came home knowing you failed a test, to receive a high-five and a little cheering up from your roomie. Or you were walking out the door for an interview with a new confidence thanks to a pep talk from them.

4. Leaving you alone

You weren't trying to be anti-social but your roommate understands that sometimes you just needed to be by yourself, in your own room. You didn't want to socialize and thats okay.

5. Being someone for you to rant to

I mean relationships in college are hard--both friendships and potential-future-boyfriends. It was great to be able to express your side of the story and talk it out, and them letting you know you aren't alone in that situation.

6. Being able to always tag someone on Facebook

Inside jokes, things we thought we funny, or topics that we were just interested in and thought the other would enjoy too. It was nice to know they thought of me in their daily life when they saw Harry Potter memes.

7. Always having a date

Lucky for me, my roommate and I are involved in a lot of the same things, so we always had each other to go with when we wouldn't know anyone else. And if I just wanted to go to Dairy Queen, I had someone who took off the guilt of getting it.

8. A good laugh

A good laugh with your roommate every now and then is all you need to forget about the homework you have due tomorrow, the three tests you have, and the fact that you have no food.

9. For adult-type life questions

When you drop your earring down the drain and have to watch a Youtube tutorial on how to get it out, when you get nervous on how your are supposed to wash your robe, or when you don't understand how to hook your printer up. They are there for you.

10. For being a good roommate and better friend

Now that we won't be living together, I won't know what to do with myself. Good thing you'll live five minutes away and we still can see each other all the time. Thank you for being a good roommate, and thank you for being an even better friend to me.

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​An Open Letter To The People Who Don’t Tip Their Servers

This one's for you.

Dear Person Who Has No Idea How Much The 0 In The “Tip:" Line Matters,

I want to by asking you a simple question: Why?

Is it because you can't afford it? Is it because you are blind to the fact that the tip you leave is how the waiter/waitress serving you is making their living? Is it because you're just lazy and you “don't feel like it"?

Is it because you think that, while taking care of not only your table but at least three to five others, they took too long bringing you that side of ranch dressing? Or is it just because you're unaware that as a server these people make $2.85 an hour plus TIPS?

The average waiter/waitress is only supposed to be paid $2.13 an hour plus tips according to the U.S. Department of Labor.

That then leaves the waiter/waitress with a paycheck with the numbers **$0.00** and the words “Not a real paycheck." stamped on it. Therefore these men and women completely rely on the tips they make during the week to pay their bills.

So, with that being said, I have a few words for those of you who are ignorant enough to leave without leaving a few dollars in the “tip:" line.

Imagine if you go to work, the night starts off slow, then almost like a bomb went off the entire workplace is chaotic and you can't seem to find a minute to stop and breathe, let alone think about what to do next.

Imagine that you are helping a total of six different groups of people at one time, with each group containing two to 10 people.

Imagine that you are working your ass off to make sure that these customers have the best experience possible. Then you cash them out, you hand them a pen and a receipt, say “Thank you so much! It was a pleasure serving you, have a great day!"

Imagine you walk away to attempt to start one of the 17 other things you need to complete, watch as the group you just thanked leaves, and maybe even wave goodbye.

Imagine you are cleaning up the mess that they have so kindly left behind, you look down at the receipt and realize there's a sad face on the tip line of a $24.83 bill.

Imagine how devastated you feel knowing that you helped these people as much as you could just to have them throw water on the fire you need to complete the night.

Now, realize that whenever you decide not to tip your waitress, this is nine out of 10 times what they go through. I cannot stress enough how important it is for people to realize that this is someone's profession — whether they are a college student, a single mother working their second job of the day, a new dad who needs to pay off the loan he needed to take out to get a safer car for his child, your friend, your mom, your dad, your sister, your brother, you.

If you cannot afford to tip, do not come out to eat. If you cannot afford the three alcoholic drinks you gulped down, plus your food and a tip do not come out to eat.

If you cannot afford the $10 wings that become half-off on Tuesdays plus that water you asked for, do not come out to eat.

If you cannot see that the person in front of you is working their best to accommodate you, while trying to do the same for the other five tables around you, do not come out to eat. If you cannot realize that the man or woman in front of you is a real person, with their own personal lives and problems and that maybe these problems have led them to be the reason they are standing in front of you, then do not come out to eat.

As a server myself, it kills me to see the people around me being deprived of the money that they were supposed to earn. It kills me to see the three dollars you left on a $40 bill. It kills me that you cannot stand to put yourself in our shoes — as if you're better than us. I wonder if you realize that you single-handedly ruined part of our nights.

I wonder if maybe one day you will be in our shoes, and I hope to God no one treats you how you have treated us. But if they do, then maybe you'll realize how we felt when you left no tip after we gave you our time.

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I Wasn't Always Lactose Intolerant, But Now That I Am, I Can Confirm — It Sucks

I see all of my friends eating ice cream and drinking bubble until their heart's content, but I can't say the same thing about myself.


The thing is that I wasn't always lactose intolerant. In fact, before college, I was able to eat as much ice cream and mac and cheese as I wanted, and I was able to drink a glass of milk and have milk with cereal. But ever since coming to college, for some reason, my body decided that it was time to start rejecting dairy, and it picked the wrong time to do so.

Last semester, I went to get breakfast, and I decided to get a bowl of Fruit Loops, and I poured some milk into it. While I was eating, there was no problem, and I went about everything as I normally would, but it was when I went back to my dorm that my stomach started feeling...not so right. My stomach was hurting and I felt bloated. I was hoping that it was only because the cereal may have been old or the utensils that I was using may not have been cleaned well enough, so I stayed optimistic (for too long, in all honesty).

The following weeks, I had cereal a few more times, and I also ate some ice cream and mac and cheese, and every time, the same thing happened, and I had to convince myself that deep down, I knew what this meant. I sort of panicked because it was all so sudden. I was perfectly able to tolerate dairy right before college started, but now, I can't even handle a cup of ice cream.

I have to constantly monitor how much dairy I consume because if I consume more than my maximum amount, it's not going to end up well. Sometimes, I see my friends' iced milk tea whenever we're on the train, and I envy them because I try to avoid anything with dairy when I'm taking any sort of transportation. I think the worst part is that every time I pass by the Chatime truck, I have to fight the temptation of getting a cup of boba, especially during this time of year on the warmer days. I always walk by the crowd huddled around the cart, wishing I was them. It sounds kind of sad because it is.

Now, I may be lactose intolerant, but that doesn't mean that I don't consume dairy at all. There are days when I get out of chemistry lab, needing to treat myself to something for standing and stressing out for three hours straight, so I order myself a large Jasmine green milk tea, completely ignoring the consequences of my actions. There are even nights after dinner where I'll get two or three cups of ice cream, and I'm not going to lie, I regret it afterward half of the time.

My body may not thank me, but quite frankly, I can't go forever without eating dairy because...do I even have to say it?

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