Getting a roommate your freshman year of college is hands down one of the most frightening things about the college transition. There's just so much that can go wrong. What if you two don't get along and are forced to spend a year together living in a shoebox? What if they turn out to be crazy and puke on your carpet? What if they talk shit about you to all of your floor mates? Well, that's exactly what happened to me.

I'm going to be candid here: I really hated my roommate. She made my life completely miserable. We tried to get along at first, but we just never seemed to be on the same page. Things took a hard turn south after bid day. I got the sorority I (and she) wanted, while she did not. Clearly unable to forgive me for something I couldn't control, she decided to never speak to me again, or leave our room for that matter. On my way home from class every single day, I would say a silent prayer that she wouldn't be in the room. When she was, we would sit in painstaking silence, never saying a word to one another.

The best news came right before Thanksgiving when she told me she wouldn't be back after the break. Not only would I be rid of the roommate from Hell, but I also would have my own room again (something I had always had growing up.) Living alone was going to be awesome. I had no idea how much better my freshman year would truly get.

As I was talking to my parents about how much I was loving the #bachelorettepad, a knock on my door from a sorority sister looking for a roommate changed everything. I couldn't say no to her, with us being sisters and all. She moved in that night. Three years later, I'm sitting with her on FaceTime gushing about how excited we are to move into our new apartment for senior year. We have decided time and time again that if we had lived with each other from the start of our freshman year, we would've ended up hating each other by the end. Each of us, with our horrible previous experiences, decided to make the best of a new roommate instead of letting things turn out as they had previously.

So, to that completely awful first roommate: thank you so much. I really mean that. Your leaving gave me the ability to meet one of my best friends in the world, and our experiences helped me get along with her better than I ever could have.

And, to Jacqueline, I can never thank you enough for knocking on my door that night.