You’ve never met your roommate… but live together.
YOU’VE NEVER MET YOUR ROOMMATE… BUT LIVE TOGETHER.
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Remember that first day? Stepping into a tiny room, boxes piled high, and there they were: the complete stranger who would share your most intimate space for the next year. You’d probably exchanged one perfunctory email, or perhaps nothing at all. This wasn't a curated friendship; it was an assignment. And for many of us, navigating this immediate, intense cohabitation with an absolute unknown became one of the most defining, often hilarious, and sometimes chaotic chapters of our Ivy League journey.
From the silent, awkward unpacking to the inevitable late-night debates that stretched into the dawn, this person, chosen by an algorithm, became your first taste of independence. You learned to navigate clashing sleep schedules, different tidiness levels, and the sheer audacity of someone using your mug without asking. Maybe you became inseparable, late-night study buddies turned lifelong friends. Or maybe you existed in parallel universes, polite but distant.
Either way, this unique social experiment taught you more about compromise, communication, and resilience than any lecture ever could. It’s a shared rite of passage, a universal experience among those who’ve walked these hallowed halls. The stories, the small victories, the exasperating moments – they all contribute to the rich tapestry of our college years. Even if you never quite figured out why they insisted on studying with headphones off, or what that strange smell was.