You’ve never met your roommate… but live together.
YOU’VE NEVER MET YOUR ROOMMATE… BUT LIVE TOGETHER.
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That box of nerves and excitement you packed for your first year? It usually came with a side of dread: who would this stranger be? You’d exchanged a few emails, maybe a quick social media stalk, but suddenly, their side of the room was filled with unfamiliar belongings, their sleep schedule was a mystery, and their playlist choices were… unique. Welcome to the great collegiate experiment in forced cohabitation.
From the quiet studious types to the midnight philosophers, the dorm room was a petri dish of personalities. Remember the epic battles over thermostat settings, the passive-aggressive notes about dirty dishes, or the discovery that your roommate considered “clean” a purely theoretical concept? These weren't just living spaces; they were crucibles of compromise and character building. You learned to navigate boundaries, to communicate (or strategically avoid), and to appreciate the weird, wonderful idiosyncrasies of another human being.
Whether you ended up lifelong friends or just survived the year, that unchosen bond taught you more about adaptability and human nature than any seminar. It was a crash course in resilience, a daily reminder that the world extends beyond your comfort zone. For alumni, these memories are a shared laugh, a knowing nod. For current students, it’s your present reality. Embrace the chaos; it’s part of the journey.