8 Types Of Housemates You'll Find At A College Girls House, Like Clockwork

8 Types Of Housemates You'll Find At A College Girls House, Like Clockwork

I can think of at least one house at UVA where you may or may not find all 8 of these friends living together...


If you've ever been in a house full of college girls, then you know that there are certain types of personalities that blend together really well. These are 8 of the types of people you might see living together at one of these houses.

1. The mom friend that's also a dad friend

Casey Lofton

This is the friend that is most likely to come home from a party at midnight and go hunting through your house for the bat that managed to get loose in there. This friend also knows a lot about how to fix things and how to cook and is always cleaning up after all of the slackers. She needs a super hero's cape for all of the things she's done for you.

2. The blunt friend

Lily Snodgrass

The blunt friend is one of a kind. She has a super loving heart, but you might not always know it right away because of her rough exterior. She will tell you how it is because she loves you and she always knows what to say. If she calls you an idiot as a sign of affection, well, that's just one of the side-effects of being her pal.

3. The friend who is also a twelve-year old boy

Casey Lofton

Remember in 6th grade when you got to play recorders in music class? Yeah, try having that kid in a drumming class in college. This is the friend who is super endearing and cute because of her own unique brand of humor (fart jokes) but also is super real with you and there for you.

4. The sensible friend

Lily Snodgrass

This is the friend who will stay at the library all day to get her work done and always does all of the assigned reading. She's down to hang out and have fun, but only after she's taken care of her responsibilities, which is good because it'll push you to do all of your work too.

5. The super smart, but down to chill friend

Lily Snodgrass

This is the friend who may or may not have gotten a scholarship for being among the smartest of the smart people at your school. She's super busy, but you'd never know it because she's always down to hang out and have a good time. You might even catch her turning a dollar store toy horse into a glittering golden unicorn!

6. The healthy friend

Lily Snodgrass

This friend is super low key. She probably runs a lot because she loves it and makes the coolest/weirdest smoothie bowls ever. In the midst of doing her grad school applications (way early because that's just who she is), you might catch her running off some stress. But don't be fooled by all of her exercising and healthy eating — she would totally be down to eat all of the (gluten free) snacks and spend the whole day watching 'The Office' with you.

7. The actual mom friend

Casey Lofton

This is the friend who means it when she asks "how are you?" She probably also ducks into your room when you aren't there and cleans up just a teensy bit because she loves you. Plus, she gives you ~almost~ as many hugs as your mom.

8. The distracting friend

Lily Snodgrass

The friend who distracts all other friends from work. This friend is the one organizing some sort of shenanigans most of the time, especially if it means putting off homework. Get ready to go on a Target run for new mantle decorations again or to Barnes & Noble for another new book she doesn't have time to read. If she drags you into something, you'll definitely have a good time — just be ready to stay up all night finishing the work you didn't do!

If you're lucky enough to have any of these friends (or all of them if you're extra lucky!), hang onto them because they're one in a million and the best pals you could ever want!

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11 Things Psychology Majors Hear That Drive Them Crazy

No pun intended.

We've all been there. You're talking to a new acquaintance, or a friend of your parents, or whoever. And then, you get the dreaded question.

"So what are you studying in school?"

Cue the instant regret of picking Psychology as your major, solely for the fact that you are 99.9% likely to receive one of the slightly comical, slightly cliche, slightly annoying phrases listed below. Don't worry though, I've included some responses for you to use next time this comes up in conversation. Because it will.

Quick side note, these are all real-life remarks that I've gotten when I told people I was a psych major.

Here we go.

1. So are you, like, analyzing me right now?

Well, I wasn't. But yeah. Now I am.

2. Ugh so jealous! You picked the easy major.

"Lol" is all I have to say to this one. I'm gonna go write my 15-page paper on cognitive impairment. You have fun with your five college algebra problems, though!

3. So can you tell me what you think is wrong with me? *Shares entire life story*

Don't get me wrong; I love listening and helping people get through hard times. But we can save the story about how one time that one friend said that one slightly rude comment to you for later.

4. Well, s**t, I have to be careful what I say around you.

Relax, pal. I couldn't diagnose and/or institutionalize you even if I wanted to.

5. OMG! I have the perfect first client for you! *Proceeds to vent about ex-boyfriend or girlfriend*

Possible good response: simply nod your head the entire time, while actually secretly thinking about the Ben and Jerry's carton you're going to go home and demolish after this conversation ends.

6. So you must kind of be like, secretly insane or something to be into Psychology.

Option one: try and hide that you're offended. Option two: just go with it, throw a full-blown tantrum, and scare off this individual, thereby ending this painful conversation.

7. Oh. So you want to be a shrink?

First off, please. Stop. Calling. Therapists. Shrinks. Second, that's not a psych major's one and only job option.

8. You know you have to go to grad school if you ever want a job in Psychology.

Not completely true, for the record. But I am fully aware that I may have to spend up to seven more years of my life in school. Thanks for the friendly reminder.

9. So you... want to work with like... psychopaths?

Let's get serious and completely not-sarcastic for a second. First off, I take personal offense to this one. Having a mental illness does not classify you as a psycho, or not normal, or not deserving of being treated just like anyone else on the planet. Please stop using a handful of umbrella terms to label millions of wonderful individuals. It's not cool and not appreciated.

10. So can you, like, read my mind?

It actually might be fun to say yes to this one. Try it out and see what happens. Get back to me.

11. You must be a really emotional person to want to work in Psychology.

Psychology is more than about feeling happy, or sad, or angry. Psychology is about understanding the most complex thing to ever happen to us: our brain. How it works the way it does, why it works the way it does, and how we can better understand and communicate with this incredibly mysterious, incredibly vast organ in our tiny little skull. That's what psychology is.

So keep your head up, psychology majors, and don't let anyone discourage you about choosing, what is in my opinion, the coolest career field out there. The world needs more people like us.

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