Can you believe it?! In the blink of an eye, we went from sitting in our freshman year dorm room, eating buff-chick pizza at 3 a.m. and trying to figure out what exactly the text from that frat boy meant, to being done with our junior year and trying to figure out life in general. Freshman year of college is one the most extraordinary, most exciting years of our lives. The novelty of that first year is something unlike any other part of college, including having a roommate for the first time.
If you're lucky enough, that roommate becomes your best friend, and every new experience of freshman year becomes a memory that makes up the foundation of one of the most extraordinary friendships in your life. I'm lucky to say that this happened to me. Three years have passed and so many memories have been made. But there is something unique about the bond that happens in sharing in the trials and tribulations of freshman year, so to my freshman roommate, I hope you don't ever forget.
Don't forget the first college party that we went to, the night we moved in. Don't forget the feeling of being on top of the world when the cutest guys invited us to come by their frat house and told us to use their names to get in.
Don't forget staying up until three in the morning talking about anything and everything. When else do you get to have a year long sleepover with your best friend?
Don't forget all the greasy food consumed on the floor of our dorm room at unreasonable hours of the night, when we were still super skinny and thinking the freshman 15 was just a myth.
Don't forget the time that you broke up with your hometown boyfriend and we both vowed to have so much fun that weekend that you wouldn't even have a chance to think about him.
Don't forget all the tears shed in that room that were only shared with each other.
And don't forget sleeping until two on Saturday and then eventually dragging ourselves to brunch at the dining hall and reminiscing about the events of the previous night.
Don't forget about all the other boys that came along and all the lessons learned. Eventually, we both found out that college freshman are not the best boys to trust our hearts with, but that was okay because we knew we could trust our hearts with each other.
Thanks for being someone that I know would never judge me because we both would be hypocrites. Thanks for laughing with me for hours and understanding me better than anyone. Thanks for always being up for anything, and being my partner in crime for three years straight. Thanks for not being one of those horror story freshman year roommates that we all hear about from other people. I mean you're crazy, don't get me wrong, but in the best of ways. So here's to being crazy for one last year, and to being best friends for a lifetime.�
