Have you ever walked into your dorm room hoping to relax and watch TV only to find your roommates friends sitting on your bed? That was how I spent my first quarter at Santa Clara University. My fortune has changed and although it might only be for a brief period of time – I’m living the single life.
My roommate, who is a friend of mine, decided to get an apartment for the rest of freshman year and the years to follow. He sent me a text message over winter break saying, “Yo im movin out into an apartment January 3rd.” My first reaction was a fist pump full of excitement followed by a response of “You’re lucky to get out of Swig – I’ll be around to help you.”
My first night alone was perfect. I did what any single guy would do… got my sister to clean my room. By 10 o’clock that night I was in a clean room, controlling the music, reading in peace, and dozing off. It was the first time I went to bed before midnight.
For the past week and a half my room has been a sanctuary for me. I hope this post will not jinx my luck. However, I am afraid to knock three times because that same sound might come back to haunt me in the form of a new roommate.