My Roommate Is A Bad Influence On Me

My Roommate Is A Bad Influence On Me

I never get tired of your Office references Jenny.

I have been home on break for over a month, and while I’m not quite ready to go back to classes, I am missing my college friends like crazy. It’s really weird being around them all the time, and then not at all. I’m super excited to head back to school, settle into my dorm, and laugh with my friends. I love my roommate, who also happens to be my best friend, but she is also a bad influence on me.

First of all, let me explain how we met, because like any cute couple at Judson that just got engaged, we have a cute story. It was our freshman year, and we had just finished our first week of classes. It was a Saturday night, and I was walking to dinner with Elizabeth, who is now one of my best friends, when Jenny joined us. Elizabeth knew her because they had a class together, and she introduced us. One of the first things that I noticed about Jenny was her lanyard. It was royal blue, and had the Dunder Mifflin logo printed on it, which, for those of you that don’t know, is from one of the best shows ever: The Office. I pointed out that I liked it, and we started talking about the show. That night dinner consisted of the two of us making countless references to The Office, quoting the characters, and laughing at our favorite moments. I felt bad for our other friends sitting at the table who had never seen the show, and just sat there and listened to us, but I will always remember that night because from that point on, Jenny and I were best friends.

Now that you’ve heard the cute story about how we met, let me explain why she is such a bad influence on me. First of all, she made me even more obsessed with The Office. I’ve always really liked the show, but I started quoting and referencing it a lot more. This isn’t particularly a bad thing, because it’s a really funny show, but if I’m around people who haven’t seen it, and don’t know what I’m talking about, it just makes me sound stupid. Jenny was the one who got me a “Scott’s Tots” t-shirt for my birthday last year, and the iconic “World’s Best Boss” coffee mug for Christmas. As much as I love her, she only caters to my obsession, but as long as she is there to laugh at my references, I think it’ll be okay.

Since Jenny and I met last year, we decided we wanted to be roommates this year. I love living with my best friend; we get along really well, and we know exactly what ticks each other off, so we don’t do those things. However, one thing I’ve learned living with Jenny is that she can be distracting. I’ll be sitting at my desk writing a paper, or trying to work on some other assignment, when all of a sudden I hear her laugh at something, to which she then takes out her headphones, and say's “hey come watch this video I just found!” I eventually get back to my work, after watching funny videos for half an hour, but I have to admit I am guilty of the same thing. We distract each other. It’s good to take breaks while working, so I usually welcome the distraction. All I know is, when one of us goes home for the weekend, the other is extremely productive.

There is one more thing that Jenny does that strongly influences me, and it’s usually in a good way. She has a sort of catchphrase, something that she likes to say, and it’s “do it, I dare you.” Maybe if we’re having lunch, and I say something like “should I get some more fries?” and Jenny says “do it” then that might be bad for my waistline. But if I ask her something like “do you think I should try the extra credit for this one class?” and she says “do it” then it ends up pushing me to do something great. I know it’s just a simple catchphrase, but it’s really pushed me to step out of my comfort zone.

I am so happy to have Jenny as my roommate, and in case you didn’t get it from my article, I don’t actually think she’s a bad influence. She’s a great influence on me, and an even greater friend. I love my best friend, her endless Office references, her distractions, and encouraging catchphrases. Thanks for being my roommate Jenny!

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Dear Freshman Year Roommate, Thank You For Being Someone I Always Looked Forward To Hanging Out With

From the first moment we met and bonded over our love for bubble tea, I knew our friendship was going to be special.


When I was applying for college, I was concerned with supplemental essays, SAT scores, scholarship applications and letters of recommendation. I never took a moment to stop and wonder "What happens once I get in?"

Finally, the fateful day arrived where I made my college decision. I bought a sweatshirt from the George Washington University store. My mom decorated my High School locker with our colors. And most importantly, I sighed a breath of relief imagining how refreshing it was going to be to ride out the rest of my senior year without the stress of college deadlines weighing on my shoulders.

Unfortunately, that blissful serenity was cut short when I joined a Facebook group of admitted students, where profiles of smiling teenagers flashed on my screen accompanied with the fateful "I'm looking for a roommate."

A roommate. I obviously knew that I needed a roommate. It was common sense, yet for some reason, I had failed to consider the logistics of finding a roommate until that moment.

See, my mom helped me through my college process, but times were different back then. She described showing up to her college on the first day, not knowing who she had been randomly assigned. There was no Facebook, Snapchat or Instagram to help you communicate with the girls on the other side of the country-- or sometimes even on the other side of the world.

This was a new, unexplored territory where my mother's wealth of knowledge sadly fell short.

Lucky for me, I was accepted into an honors program which restricted the list of girls available to be my roommate to a list of about twenty-five. We created a google document which asked basic questions like "Are you a night owl or earlier riser?"

Even still, I had no idea how to pick someone who I would be compatible to live with for the next year of my life. The stakes felt high, but I was reassured by the fact that I grew up sharing a room with my siblings, learning some important skills about being low-maintenance and tolerant of others' habits.

I read through the list and found someone whose answers sounded similar to mine, figuring we had enough in common to be amicable, if nothing more, throughout the school year. Her name was Riya, and she had a cute Instagram, so I messaged her asking if she wanted to try and room together. She agreed and we put each other down as roommates when applying for housing.

Looking back, that decision was the best one that I made when preparing for GW.

Throughout my freshman year, I have heard horror stories about roommates who fight all the time, steal each other's clothes, refuse to clean or try and micromanage the other's sleep schedule.

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I have a bad habit of struggling to reach out to people when I'm going through something, figuring I am strong enough to handle it on my own.

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