So, here I sit. In the dark. And not because yes, it is indeed night time. But rather because my roommate (my 2nd one this school year mind you) goes to bed at a ridiculously early hour. It was 10pm this evening. This of course, is the time that I do all my work. From about 10/10:30 until whatever time in the morning I start falling asleep on my book/computer. This is going to be something that will have to be discussed.
When my roommate asked to move in we had a meeting over dinner to talk about our compatibility. The very first thing I said was that I go to bed very, very late. There were other options. My roommate could have taken a new roommate this semester, or applied to have a single room but paid a little more money (which is SO what I should have done). This was not the only option. Well, I was honest. It would have been nice if it was reciprocated. At least my last roommate was up until a reasonable hour. Dear Lord this is college, not an assisted living facility. I'm going to need to do work. I'm going to need light. Simple as that. Especially if I'm going to be able to keep up on all this reading. With 16 credits this semester there's not a spare moment!
Another thing that probably warrants discussing is the personal space issue that you will encounter in college. Chances are the only space that is truly yours is your bed! Even my refrigerator is not sacred. I came back the other day to find my roommate's (sealed) spaghetti sauce jar in my fridge. Okay, that's alright. If perhaps permission had been asked first. Or even better if I had been here and permission was asked while I was here. It's not the fact that she's using my fridge, it's that she went into something that is mine while I wasn't here. But the fridge thing, I can let that slide. That's just not worth it. What really irks me though is that same day, I got back from class to find my laptop open on my desk. No big deal right? Wrong. My laptop is never left open when I leave. Ever. My roommate's computer was in the shop and she had asked to use one of my computers. One that no one ever gets to use but me. I politely told her no, and handed her the laptop I do my schoolwork on. Lucky for me my computer atomically password protects whenever the screen/computer goes to sleep. An invasion of my personal space via the refrigerator is one thing. My laptop is a whole 'nother ballpark.
Anyhow, rant over.
Tomorrow is the start of a 4 day weekend! I've no classes on Fridays this semester (in exchange for a couple of hellish weekdays) which means that with Martin Luther King Jr. Day I'll have less school in the next week than days off. Too bad we know it's going to go by way too fast. But it also means that we'll only have a week left to January, which means there'll only be 3 months left to the semester. Yep. I'm already counting. Not that it really matters though as I'll be stuck in this land-locked city for the entirety of the summer. Whoever though up this 8 semester rule at my school needs to start looking for their village. It's greatly missing it's idiot. But that is for another time.
All you people out there who are transferring to a university, be sure to ensure that it's precisely where you want to go and know what you want to do. If there's any uncertainty you should transfer as a Sophomore. Just a fair word of advice.
But tomorrow is another day. And for now that's how we'll take things here. One day at a time.
Peace,
Elina
This is not a photo from Ireland this time. It is rather a picture from the beaches a few hundred miles south of my own. Most likely in the wintertime when the town belongs to the locals solely. So lovely.
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