18th
Roommates
Because I once again have a block about my personal blog this week, I turned to my roommate and said, “What should I blog about?”
She replied, “Blog about me.” Slightly egotistical, but yet, a viable topic.
I was one of the lucky freshman, you know, one of the situations that they said would never happen. I remember reading in the Columbia roommate handbook that “Some of you will be the best of friends. Most people will have to find some way to live with each other.”
Sigh of relief, we became the best of friends in that little apartment with a collapsable wall. Whether it was the lack of anyone remotely friendly (or remotely sane) on our floor, or the rolling on the floor laughing about things like COPS, I’m not going to delve too deeply. Stefanie’s brilliant suggestion was:
“It was like the sister I never had because my sister was a boy and your brother was a boy.”
But what started out as friendship by force has become necessity. Although, we still do love us some COPS.
