I told myself I wouldn’t write a personal piece about college. I thought I didn’t have anything to say on topics like finals, clubs and most importantly today, roommates. I tried to focus on topics that everyone would relate to, thinking that no one would care about my roommates. I figured it would be selfish, but I’ve finally decided to do it. It might be indulgent, but consider this my open letter to the roommate I was given, and the one I chose.
To the roommate I was given,
We were almost too similar. I thought for sure we would get along, and things were never terrible. Even compared to some people on our hall, we got along just fine. I had a lot of fun times with you, and we basically faced college together. We learned all the tricks and tips of getting around campus together and got lost a couple of times. You were one of the few people who got my nerdier references, and our conversations were always interesting. You may have thought my printer was a fire hazard and that I had one too many posters, but we were still good roommates. Compared to all the moves we saw other people doing, I think ours was one of the simplest and even though we aren’t roommates anymore, I still think of you as a friend. It’s kind of funny, I think we hung out more after I moved out, which is more than a lot of former roommates can say. Thank you for being there for my emotional moments and getting used to college with me.
To the roommate I chose,
Nobody thought it could be done. Even our RA was shocked we both wanted to move in together, but who wouldn’t have been. You had already been living in our new room with two of the biggest partiers on our hall and after they left everyone figured you’d move into their room anyway. After all, you had basically made it a triple to begin with. Nobody would have expected the founder of the Pokemon club would want to move into the room with the guy on the basketball team, not to mention that he’d be let in. We were certainly the odd couple, but we made it work. For all the awkward encounters we had and all the stupid things that went on, we got through it. I went through a lot of things in that semester, and had to make some hard choices; you gave me all the hard advice I needed. I hated you for it at the time, but I really grew a lot because of you. You were there for me far more than I could have hoped for, and after a while you opened up too. Whether it was me trying not to wake you up at some ungodly hour because I was binge watching Power Rangers, or us both trying to get to our classes on time, things were always great. Plus you let me kept the fan.
Both of you helped me grow so much and I owe you both a lot. I’ll miss you both, and here’s to another great year, with all of us having new roommates. I hope you have just as many memories as I do.
