So basically coming into college I was terrified that sharing a room was going to slowly kill me. This is because I am an only child and consequently I have always been used to not having to share my things- never mind my bedroom. Because of this I was a little frightened of the new space and not going to lie, my roommate herself. When I first met her all I could think was ” oh great, she is an athlete… “. This is because if I am one thing, it is NOT athletic. I am more of a Converse and creative type of girl that has the tendency to run away from soccer balls rather than towards them.
I heard all these horror stories of college kids hating on life because their roommate is some form of the devil. Then I heard about the horror flick, The Roommate, and completely freaked out. I wondered if my new roommate was mean or if she was too nice, (that kind of smiling 24/7 thing), I basically wondered if we were compatible to live in the same room for a whole year. But, after getting settled in and after the normal yet awkward “get-to-know-you” stage I realized that I won the roommate lottery.
We don’t prey on each other’s last nerve, we don’t inconvenience each other, and we dont fight. It may not seem possible, but this only child has learned to share her space and to actually enjoy the company of a roommate.
My roommate’s name is Maggie and she is pretty awesome.
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