Dear Ex-Roommates,

The fall of 2015 was an important time for all of us. It was a time of change, one that held no promises but offered a world of potential. We did not choose each other, instead, fate chose us. On that hot, humid day in mid-August, we moved in, nervous as hell but hoping for the best. The four of us made an unlikely group, each of us having our quirks and unique personalities. We started that day trying to impress one another, knowing that we would be living with each other for the next eight months. Still, who could have guessed that we would soon become close friends, riding the waves of freshman year together.

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I remember how we all tried out sorority recruitment, and how each of you found a house. Emily, Sam, and Rachel, the sorority life was for all of you, but not for me. I remember being afraid that you would all turn your backs and look down on me, yet you never did. You cheered me on when I joined Student Government, and I congratulated you when you went from being a PNM to a full-fledged member. I remember going out to eat at BD's after Rachel's soccer game, and I remember going out to eat there on the very last day of school.

Perhaps my favorite memory though, was when all of us wore plaid shirts to go eat at the Eateries. On Wednesdays, the Plastics may have worn pink, but we wore plaid. In my opinion, we were much cooler. Of course, our lives were not perfect, after all whose is? I remember how we could get on each others' nerves. How Emily could be indecisive, and I could be overprotective. A quality that now suits me very well as an R.A. for housing and residence life. Still though, for as much as we could get on each others' nerves, I never doubted that we had each others' backs. You each offered me a sympathetic ear and chocolates when my first boyfriend in college did not work out, and I in turn, did the same for you.

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Unlike some of my friends who got apartments together, we did not. Instead, we all went our separate ways, wishing each other the very best.

Rachel, with your sassy yet sweet personality, you went on to live in your sorority house. Unlike the rest of us, your first-year boyfriend actually worked out, and from what I see on Facebook the two of you are very happy together.

Sam, you always had a tough exterior, but inside there was and still is a heart of gold. You now live in the gymnastics house, and are always kicking ass at competitions.

Finally Emily, whose smile could light up a room. Emily, you went on to live in your sorority house as well, and from what I see on Snapchat those girls really are your sisters.

I ended up working for housing and residence life and living on campus for free. Always busy with my residents and Student Government, but happy none the less.

My dear ex-roommates, we do not talk anymore. I wish we did, but with the hectic life that a college student lives, and with our different obligations, I suppose we just fell away from each other. Never think that I don't care, or that I, even for a second, stopped caring. You were all one of the best parts of my freshman year of college, and if I could go back in time, I wouldn't have changed a single thing. I hope you are all doing well, and I hope that one day we can see each other again.

Peace and Love,

Anna