To My Dear Sophomore Roommates and Honorary Member,

I miss living with all five of you so much. This time, just two years ago, we barely knew each other, and I think we were all probably wondering how we were going to live together for the next semester.

Well, now we know, we made it. I am so grateful that we had that time in Loft 438. I miss our late night WalMart runs where we would stock up on more nacho cheese and Mountain Dew than should be legal. We’d order garlic parmesan bites on top of that and then wonder why our pants were too tight. It’s OK though, because we realized how amazing Kroger gummy bears were. I really don’t think any of us want to think about how much ramen we consumed, but we all know it was a lot.

I miss the nights we’d watch Friends episodes till 1 AM and wonder why we were always so tired. I miss how loud we were, how we didn’t care if it was quiet hours, we’d just laugh our guts out.

I miss you guys freaking out about our fish, Freeman, and wondering if he was dead or not. I am really surprised he lived as long as he did.

I miss exploring Steubenville with all of you and finding the best places to get really horrible beef jerky. The kind that is so bad, you throw it out the window.

I miss walking back from the library, after a long night of studying, (I was actually studying because y’all weren’t with me) to find that you had plastered the walls with 45 copies of a really awful picture of the guy I had a huge crush on at the time.

I miss helping each other pick out outfits and helping each other straighten or curl hair. And experimenting with bad dollar tree makeup. (I do not miss not knowing that I was wearing thrift store maternity yoga pants that time I borrowed your sweat pants.)

I miss the inside jokes that can’t be shared here, I miss our crazy loudness. I miss how much we didn’t care what other people thought. (Sorry, neighbors)

So to my dear fellow lofties, thank you for the best semester of my life. Thank you for helping me chill out and have fun. Thank you for laughing at the same things I laugh at and for being as crazy as I am. It is so sad to me that we don’t all go to the same school anymore, but I think we all know our GPAs needed us to never be roommates ever again. Regardless of what we did to our academic or social reputation, thank you so much for being there that semester. I can’t believe it’s been two years since all 6 of us were in the same place. Hopefully I meet my man soon, because y’all are in my wedding. Obviously.

So until we can have that reunion, keep laughing, Lofties. Keep not caring, keeping lugging more cases of water bottles than you can carry and refuse any help you get. Keep on being you.

Fly high,

Love,