Falling For My Roommate

You can tell it's fall again. The wind's blowing enough to almost knock one over, the fans in the dorm windows have stopped blowing, and the ground is covered with dead leaves. When walking around campus, one can't help but notice that, while ditziness remains in full force, the short shorts and skirts are gone, replaced with the atrocious combination of sweatpants and Uggs. People now move a little more quickly from one building to the next to avoid the cold, and the half-naked sunbathers have ceased to gather between Lee and New Res. However, some things never change. On any given Friday or Saturday night, hordes of freshmen still gather in front of the coliseum waiting for the buses at 10PM, only to return four hours later in a drunken stupor, staggering back to their dorm rooms in their drunken revelry.

This is college, a life that some wouldn't trade for the world. Some of us, on the other hand, just shake our heads and just try to adjust. For not all of us enjoy the drunken antics that characterize college life. There are some of us who choose to keep our hair jet black instead of dying it blonde. We also don't bother sitting under a light for hours to tan our skin. I don't really know why I say 'we,' because I seem to be the only one here who thinks that way. I'm that goth chick that nobody wants to hang out with, who nobody cares about, and perhaps, who nobody knows even exists. Yet I still roam around here, hopelessly searching for someone who might actually make me smile.

When I was a freshman here, I tried the whole party scene to see if I could potentially find somebody decent. I had always been told that I'd never find anyone worthwhile there, but I didn't really believe them until I at least tried. Not knowing how to dance can severely hinder one's chances of meeting folks at parties, but not knowing how to dance AND not drinking can really throw a wrench in things. My roommate, who wasn't exactly the blonde bombshell of every frat boy's dreams, but still the kind of girl they'd drool over, invited me to a party one night at a frat house. She said that almost every girl was guaranteed to get in free. Needless to say, I brought money to get in, and I needed it.