By Hannah Lennon
Freshmen, I don’t want to scare you, but housing selection can (and probably will) cause some of the biggest and dumbest fights your friend group will ever have.
First-year, my friend group of 12 turned into 8 after housing. And last year after my roommate and I decided to part ways, my suitemates kicked me to the curb. They still live together this year without me. I understand their decision to get rid of me though, I was without a roommate and was kind of clinging on to them, hoping it would all work out. We said we’d still be friends, but the group chat has been inactive since March 2020… yikes.
Whatever though, because I found a roommate for the current school year within two weeks of losing the girls I thought would be in my wedding party. She’s in the class below mine, so although I had a late lottery time and we didn’t get the room of our dreams, things were going swimmingly. At least, they were, until a month ago when she decided she wanted to transfer. But, it was fine because a friend who landed in a similar position also needed a roommate for next year. However, that friend, a week before roommate selections were due, bailed on me too.
For a period of about 12 hours, I was going absolutely bonkers because I didn’t have anyone to live with my senior year. You could say I was unwell. Thankfully, I found solace with a group of girls I barely knew. I agreed to live with them immediately, mostly because I was scared of what would happen if I didn’t. But, roommate selections were due on March 31st, and the “New Hall *fingers crossed emoji*” group chat has been popping ever since.
So, housing selection is a mess every year unless your friends are the best (or fakest) people on the planet. Sometimes housing drama leads to better things and other times the world feels like it’s going to end. I don’t mean to scare you, it’s just a fact. Once roommate selections are done, the only thing you can do is pray for a good lottery time. I hope you get to live where you want to next year, but I hope even more that I do. The third time’s a charm, right?
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