So, the third week of school is over. I just celebrated Chinese New Year with ISF. I’m reading the full Ayodhyakanda of the Ramayana (or at least, making a good attempt.) And I’m also feeling a little guilty about not making any posts on this blog for about a whole month now. I didn’t really have anything interesting to say. (But now I do.)
So, my last roommate gave me a sweatshirt that says “Cal State Long Beach ENGINEERING” probably because she didn’t need five or however many she had (She had more than one.)
So I wore it, and then I was telling someone why I had a sweatshirt that said “ENGINEERING” on it. Of course, I start by saying “My roommate…”
And even though not everyone knows who I’ve had for roommates, I feel kind of weird referring to all these different people by “my roommate”. Because now I have to say “my old roommate” more often, and even I have to think for a moment about which one.
So, I was just thinking, how many roommates have I had? And then I started counting. I’ve hit the double digits! Primarily because while I lived abroad, I had more than one roommate per room, but still, I think this is kind of impressive.
In ten roommates, I’ve had eight friends, one not-friend-not-enemy, and one person-that-I-sincerely-hope-to-never-see-again. I count myself lucky.
This is the first year that I’ve had a roommate the same age as me. Until this year, I’ve always been the younger person. I think having older roommates was good for me. Due to their comparatively extensive experience and vastly different lives, I got to hear a lot of interesting stories and pick up advice–some sound, some only that.
I’ve met some other people who are living in homestays/renting rooms, and they don’t have roommates. I’ve also met of people who live at home and people who don’t have siblings, and consequently, do not have roommates. I feel sorry for them. The social life scene peaks in college, and a roommate is an important part of that. Having a compatible (good) roommate is like adding bay leaves to the homemade spaghetti sauce of your life–pleasantly seasoning, giving a well-rounded flavor. I think it’s also nice to have a friend who sees the worst part of you first–then, if they can live with that, you can seem like a really great person.
So, this is my “Friendly Roommate Appreciate Post”. Thanks for enriching my college life and me as a person. And thanks for putting up with everything. 😀