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Playing musical roommates - a nasty little game by Pamela Wall
In this crucial time of the semester, we are all forced to make that one, imperative decision that will shape our happiness for the next school year: Who will I room with? (Note: OK, grammar freaks, we know this should be With whom will I room? But real humans don't talk that way.) On the surface a simple question, but upon further inspection the answer to this question can be the difference between a semester full of laughs and good night sleeps, or one full of fights and socks on the door knob. Political Science Sophomore Dan McConnell urges anyone “living on” to avoid going in blind on a roommate at all costs, especially for a second time. “If you get a decent roommate the first time around and can get along with them at all, stay with them…because if you go in blind you won’t luck out again. You’ll get stuck with a crack addict…or a Turkish playboy.” Many students meet someone over the course of the year whom they would like to room with the next year, but this can put a strain on their current living situation. What will their current roommate do? And how will we put up with each other for the remainder of the semester? Freshmen Amanda and Stephanie (names are changed on request of anonymity) decided to room with different people for Fall ’07, but now, being forced to live together for the rest of the semester is strained at best. Apparently their very different social lives became an issue, and now that they’ve openly agreed that they are not a good match, even being in the same room is icy. They now have to alternate who gets to be in their room, and are in each others presence only when sleeping or studying. Can anyone say awkward? Now, there are always the cases where two people mesh nicely and can live in harmony. But what happens when one of them leaves the university or decides to apply to be a Resident Mentor? Suddenly, their roommate is hung out to dry, alone and friendless, in the cold dark world of finding a new roommate. They are forced to either pay for a single (which is a cruel dent in your bank account) or brave going in blind and risk being paired with a serial killer. And how does one deal when they agree to room with someone and realize only too late that the person annoys then into insanity? Do you try to make the best of it, tell him at the last minute you want to room with someone else, or just secretly sign up for a single and let them fend for himself? The dilemmas are infinite. So in these lovely winter months, rather than concentrating on our studies or social lives, we are all faced with playing musical roommates. Now the big question is, will your butt find a chair before the music stops, guaranteeing yourself a dorm or will you be living under a hydrangea bush in the Beal Gardens next year? |
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