When my roommate and I met–not counting the Facebook stalking that had occurred prior to our arrival on campus–we were both flanked by our parents, who appeared to be at least twice as excited as we were.\u00a0 We had a very formal introduction, and were relatively silent as we unpacked.\u00a0 Our first two days were characterized by lots of “so when do you usually…” and “oh okay, yeah…” A lot of nodding, and living logistics.\u00a0 A lot of wandering to the same places in an attempt to look social.\u00a0 Our room was pristine, our conversations were about orientation, and our bed times were early.<\/p>\n
I don\u2019t know if the change was drastic after upperclassmen arrived and classes started, and I don\u2019t know if they were its only cause, but the other night, we broke into our chocolate stash as we tried (and failed) to efficiently finish the work we\u2019d put off for our classes.\u00a0 We chatted about going out two nights before, and about finally meeting people who didn\u2019t live within 40 feet of us.\u00a0 Our shoes were all over the place, our communal fruit bowl was looking a little sad and empty, our laundry baskets seemed pretty plump, and I don\u2019t know about her, but I felt like we had actually started living here.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
When my roommate and I met–not counting the Facebook stalking that had occurred prior to our arrival on campus–we were both flanked by our parents, who appeared to be at least twice as excited as we were.\u00a0 We had a … Continue reading