ladyiapetus | Someone up there must dislike me immensley.

Come August 25, I will be starting my senior year at Monmouth College (no, you aren't hearing my cheers of celebration; I'll have one more semester to go after this year is over). And I've known who my roommate will be since early June. I didn't get around to calling her until Thursday.

Because I don't want another rommate.

I have had nasty luck with roommates in the past. The first one I had went out and got drunk with our quadmates nearly every night. Twice she asked me to let her out-of-town boyfriend spend the night in our room, late enough so that I had no choice but to say yes, and at least two other times she snuck in her on-campus boyfriend to spend the night while I was already asleep. When second semester came around, as soon as I could I was out of there and moved into a room of my own. My second roommate (first semester sophomore year) was okay; really quiet. She didn't live very far away from Monmouth, so it seemed like she went home almost every weekend - which was all right with me. At the end of that semester she moved out because she was going to commute to school next semester. The girl they assigned to my room the second semester of that year was a real nightmare. She was ten times worse than my first roommate. Add to that some pretty sucky grades at the end of the year, and you have the one year of college I'd rather forget. Last year I started out with a roommate, but she moved out after the two week waiting period was up which meant I got my own room for the entire year.

And now they're sticking me with another roommate. She didn't sound too bad, except for the parts about her getting drunk in Germany. I just pray she's not going to be that bad during school, or else once those two weeks are up I am out.

*sigh* I swear, someone up there has got to have it in for me.

Adieuddles.

Lady Iapetus