Climbing out of my father's charcoal black car, I nervously twitched at the uncertainty of my upcoming week. Quietly waltzing over to my temporary dorm room, I lingered by the door frame as I thought about my approaching Rush week, where I would be selected to join a sorority.

In a stressful tension, I curled myself onto a chair watching reruns of "The Office," pondering if my roommate would be joining me soon. When suddenly a tall, red-haired female clamored into the room, with two doting parents closely behind her. Feeling awkward my shoulders rose as I stretched out my small hand to introduce myself, which she delicately shook.

Attempting to appear relaxed, I crumpled myself on my bed to give them the space to move my roommate’s items into their places. Trying to distill the uneasiness in the air about living with a stranger for a week, I squeaked out a few surface-level questions that she provided short, unemotional answers towards.

I had heard that these temporary roommates were not people that one should expect to become close to because they quickly flutter out of your life, leaving you nothing but cordial waves and distant memories.

Therefore, I anticipated that we would be nothing more than civil acquaintances, who would just periodically like a post from social media once Rush week concluded.

However, we decided to eat dinner together and I was glad to not be eating alone. Although the dinner started quiet, the conversation quickly flowed and I discovered the similar amount we had in common, such as being only children and enjoying dance as a pastime activity in high school.

Quickly we became casual friends that grew into a deeper friendship as the week progressed.

From both of us bonding over not being asked back to a certain house that we enjoyed visiting, to coordinating outfits and dealing with judgmental glances from girls all day.

During this treacherous week of constantly being compared to other girls deciding if we were adequate enough to enter their sacred institution, I was grateful to have a new friend who didn’t criticize every move or comment I made.

After we survived this gruesome week, we gave each other a hug and said a somber goodbye.

Once I entered my sorority house, I tugged upstairs to my new pocket-sized room. But as soon as I wandered into the room I saw my red-haired roommate, who held a warm smile and gave me an enthusiastic hug as I entered. Quickly, I realized that she was my friend from the Rush.

Now, two years later, we are still roommate and best friends.

For sometimes fate gives you a friend when you need one the most. With strangers quickly becoming your closest friends, while lowered expectations make you open enough to gain best friends.