I loved living in a dorm. Freshman year I was lucky to have an awesome floor and an awesome roommate who I got along with and am still friends with today. From homework parties in our room to discussions in the lounge, freshman year dorm living was fun. Everyone was close to one another and having a dining hall in the dorm was great! Going down to eat with friends and spending hours just talking. Maybe I might be idealizing and glossing over the details that may have plagued my freshman dorm experience but I think overall it was wonderful. Sophomore year wasn't as fun. Sadly I had all these high hopes and they basically crashed. I barely knew anyone on the floor or made new friends. Sophomore year is when people start to move away from friends they made initially made the first year and into groups usually associated with majors, ethnicity, and clubs. Unfortunately for me I guess I never really did that. The people I thought were friends weren't and essentially I was super depress that year. I was working hard on going to Japan and often I did not want to go out and spend money. In that regard I feel like that limits the activities you can do with other people at least in my case. Having friends in Bio talking about classes while you feel out of the loop as an anthro and IR major sucks. Junior year was half and half. This is where living with a host family has its pros and cons. While homestay was cultural enriching, you can often feel left out. Being 20 in Japan is hard when you have to email your host mom a few hours ahead to let her know that you won't be at dinner. Then you feel like it is a waste since you paid all this money for homestay food, only for you to go out and spend more money for the same thing. After I moved to the dorms, I really enjoyed living in my own room and randomly knocking on my friend's dorm door when I was bored. Senior year and rooming with a friend. I'm a pretty chill person. Yeah a few pet peeves like burping loudly, not saying anything, and near my face and saving power. But overall not to brag but I think I'm really good living with. I might sometimes be a home body and keep my room messy but I always clean up after myself in areas that we mutually share. So why oh why is my most recent roommate annoying the fuck out of me. List of annoying things that drive me up the all. 1. TURN THE FUCKING LIGHT OFF! Actually with the first couple of weeks of living together we got into an argument about this. My mom is really careful about how many lights are on in our house. Why waste? We don't have the money for it and it is really simple to cut down on usage. The same goes for my apartment in Syracuse. I told her before I moved in that I would be really conscious about electricity. Also my name is on the bill so I would like to keep it low and easy to pay off quickly. SO WHY IN THE WORLD DOES THE LIGHT NEED TO BE TURNED ON AT 10 AM!!! She must be blind because every time she is home, no matter the time, a light is on. Her room, the kitchen, the dining room. Gah. The argument went light this: I enter the dining room and see that its noon and the light is on. My roommate is on the phone, so I turn off the light. She gets mad and curses at me. I get mad and explain to her that she should not disrespect me by using curse words towards to me. Especially over something so freaking simple. It is now around 4pm, she came home and turned the light on but at least when she left she turned it off. But gosh it drives me crazy! Why do you need it at 7am. OPEN THE BLINDS!! 2. Waking up so damn early and then waking me up. I get that she is a morning person and hey that is okay. I usually sleep through anything. What I can't sleep through is her and her bf talking about me in the kitchen at 7:30 am (with the light on!) which is also right near my door. First of off, what the heck! I am right here and you are talking shit about my hair being on the floor and in her books and making her wanna throw up? After she threw up all over the bathroom and I helped to clean it up? And I find her hair on my clothes, in my food and even in my own hair?! Hair gets places get the fuck over it and don't whine about it when I am home. Also can't you guys talk in the living room, dining room, and/or bedroom. Why does it have to be in the room that is the closest to the sleeping person? Does that even make sense? Another thing, WHY DOES SHE STOMP ON THE FLOOR!!! Her bf walks on the floor like a regular person and she like freaking godzilla destroying Tokyo! 3. Stuff everywhere but in own room. The living room, kitchen and the dining room are rooms we share. I understand leaving books out but at least straighten them up. Do not throw clothes, leave food on the table for days or pill bottles laying around. Please don't complain when I clean them up after all I said that whatever is in our assigned cleaning places for that week will be cleaned. I am not a neat person but I have a common decency to not leave dirty dishes on the stove or kitchen towels on the floor. 4. BF over all the time! While he isn't bad or anything. Him eat here means more dishes, more cleaning and using of electricity, and just over all resources. I'm not saying he can't come over ever just not 7/7 days a week. He isn't my friend and I want to feel relaxed in my apartment too. Having him over all the time just doesn't do it for me esecially when I am talked about like I am not here. 5. Asking me where I'm going but never doing the same. When I am out of the house and get a text like "where are you?", I feel like she is acting like my mother who actually never really does anything like that. I never text her and ask her anything like that so why does she feel the need to do so? Also when I leave the house I say bye if she is home but she doesn't extent the same thing and then texts me to ask where am I? I'm confused. 6. LAST but not LEAST. WHY CAN'T SHE OPEN THE DOOR WHEN I AM LOCKED OUTSIDE!!! What the heck! I feel like this is such a bitchy thing to do. If I call her or bang on the door or anything because I forgot my keys. (happened twice so far) Why the fuck won't she open the door? And at first I was like oh maybe she was really in a deep sleep but the more I live with her, the more I question was she really asleep or was she just ignoring all the banging/ringing? What is scary is that I can't even tell what type of person she is and truly can imagining her ignoring my calls/banging. And that's sad. | 
