Roommates

One of the weirdest relationships in life is the roommate relationship. Not in the way that older people who haven't come out of the closet use "roommate," but in the college sense. For my first roommate, I went potluck. At first we got along, we were civil, and overall, good friends. When second semester hit, things began to go down hill. I was hardly ever in the room, and when I was, it was awkward as hell. See, at the beginning of the semester, my roommate accidentally left her dirty dishes by the window on a hot day. This caused a colony of ants to march into our second story room... GROSS! I was livid about the situation. Eventually, I got over the event, but things were never the same. 

This year, I live in the sorority house. Thirty girls, one house... that is a lot of girls a lot of the time. As a sophomore in a sorority house, we don't exactly get first preference of room choice. I live in the Quad. Four girls, one room. Luckily for us, one of our roommates lives with her boyfriend. This has created an  enormous amount of extra space! But, just because we have extra space, it does not exclude the weirdness that occurs. One of my "quad-mates" has an unmatched, nocturnal rage. It is almost like she has tourette's syndrome coupled with narcolepsy. Her sudden outbursts are unfiltered, unrated, and overall, very scary. Once I woke up suddenly when she was screaming at the top of her lungs, "YOU FUCKING BITCH." She then proceeded to sleep quietly throughout the night while I lied awake, scared for my life. Overall, my quad-mates are amazing. We get along fabulously, and they are two of my best friends.