Uncanny | Seirra Dickerson

As college freshmen, some of us have to get used to sharing our bubbles with a new, unusual human being. I was lucky to get along with my roommate, because my best friend has been having a horrible time with his roommate. He barges in during the early morning hours while my friend is trying to sleep, turns on all the lights, and starts talking to him; then, he leaves, without shutting the door or turning off any of the lights. The Scooby Gang (our group of friends) has adopted a name for him: “The Ape.”

While my friend is trying to rid himself of his highly irritating roommate, I was happy with mine. We were complete opposites in personality and taste, but we got along perfectly fine. We never fought, and never woke each other when coming in from a late night of hanging out with friends.

Fate makes you wonder sometimes. My roommate moved out yesterday to a room in Eccles. The pair that got along was split, and the pair that can’t stand each other are, unfortunately, still rooming together. I’m hoping that karma will smile on me and give me another nice roommate; that, or let me have the room to myself. At least then I could blare J-rock music from my computer without any weird looks.