Dear roommates,

I want to say thank you! Thank you for being a thousand different people, depending on the day. Thank you for being the person I tell all about my day too. Thanks for being the friend I vent to about some of my ridiculous problems of my day, like when that kid stole my seat in class, “I know they aren’t assigned seats but if he came to class more than once a week he would know that is my seat.” and then agreeing with me that he was absolutely out of line!

Thanks for not killing me when the alarm gets pulled at 7 a.m. during rush week when we are already on the brink of exhaustion then helping me beat it with a hammer until it died because we couldn't figure out how to turn it off!

Thanks for pretending to be awake when I need you to pick me up in the middle of the night, the night before classes start!

Thanks for telling me which filter looks best and deciphering the hidden meaning in texts and then carefully writing the response.

Thank you for keeping me sane and buying me Lunchables to eat when I have been sitting in a library cubicle for over 12 hours and I am losing my mind.

Thank you for putting up with my Polaroid camera phase... and cutting off my Pinterest privileges when I spent an absurd amount on cookies and, 100 cookies later, not one damn cookie looked like the "easy DIY" Pinterest picture.

Thank you for joining me and listening to me justify my beach days when I convinced myself I would study best in a bathing suit in the sand.

Thanks for making me toss out clothes I had had in my closet for eight years, hadn't worn in five years, but swore I still needed in there.

Thanks for knowing when I needed a comforting pep talk, a reality check, or when I just needed my own bottle of wine. (And for getting your own bottle so I wouldn't be alone drinking it.)

Thanks for sprinting to chapter with me on Sunday nights because we never left in time and used all our excused misses in the first two months of school.

Thanks for convincing me to not drop out of school and join the circus when I think I'm drowning in school work.

Thanks for not judging me when I've eaten out four nights in a row.

Thanks for not shaming me when I scream the wrong lyrics to songs because I have no idea what they are saying.

Thanks for running my data bill over every month because of the 1 million snapchats we need to send using all the filters.

Thanks for making midnight Cookout milkshake runs with me and introducing me to Raising Cane's.

Thanks for driving at least 50 circles around the airport pickup circle and harassing the airport security guards when my baggage got lost and you were waiting for 45 minutes to pick me up.

Thanks for obsessing over the Kardashians and the Bachelor with me because they are literally the only channels we got on the TV.

Thanks for eating cookie dough with me while we watched them, even though we all swore to be on a diet. It's called the tomorrow diet, in case anyone was wondering.

Thank you for having your priorities straight the night I slipped and fell and you caught my drink instead of catching me.

Thank you for stressing out right beside me when I have five papers, two tests and a trip to the moon the next day and I waited until the night before to do it all.

Thanks for turning the lights off in my bedroom when I was just too comfy in bed to get up.

Thank you for not judging me when my room looks like it's stuck in the eye of a tornado and you can't see the floor during exam week.

Thank you for dealing with my sleep walking... and talking and having conversations with me at 3 a.m. while I am, yes, still asleep.

Thanks for bringing me gas when I run out on one of the busiest roads in Charleston and everyone else I knew in the city was gone for Christmas break.

Thanks for making me breakfast and decorating the apartment when I had three exams on my birthday.

Thanks for dragging me to kickboxing class and then being OK when we get our butts kicked by people twice our age.

Thanks for giving me a big laugh the time you got the key stuck in the door and couldn't leave the house all day until I got back with the WD-40.

Thank you for bringing a smile to my face every day, because, between the three of us, there was always someone setting off a fire alarm, sticking their hand through a window, or just climbing through it because they were locked out of the house.

Thank you for inspiring, motivating, and driving me to be a better person through your lives.

I will miss the nights we had to army crawl across the apartment to lock the door and not let the borderline stalker guy you were trying to avoid see we were home.

I will miss the midnight fish food runs because Kirkland, the fish, told you he was hungry.

I'll miss the nights we got each other ready for dates only to stare (we were very sly of course) through the window and yell so loud you could hear us outside as he didn't open the door to the car for you.

I will miss waking up exhausted with my stomach muscles hurting because we lost track of time and were laughing on the floor until 2 a.m.

Thanks for being there for me without me even having to ask.

Most of all, thank you for making this year one I'll never forget.

72 Beaufain forever.