Friends. It's more than just a classic TV show from past American pop-culture. I have come to find that life without friends is really no life at all. Even now, lying on the floor regretting my irrational decision to attend a late night Alberto's Mexican food outing, I look around the room and realize the great company I'm surrounded by. Just one month ago I didn't even know half my roommates but now, three weeks into the school year, I can't imagine what life would be like had I chose to live at home. Let's say I was a commuter. It is currently 10:55 pm on a Thursday night, what would I be doing? Maybe I would be cleaning my room; maybe I would be doing homework. Notice that I said "maybe", that's a very keyword. My point is simply that I would not be here, on the floor, with my greasy quesadilla and my four "roomies" chitchatting about our very important weekend plans as season seven of Friends plays inconspicuously in the background.
As a senior, I have officially lived in four different places on campus. Freshman year was the dorms, of course. The dorms were quite an experience, to say the least, but hey! at least we had maid service! Next year came the cottages. Oh, how I loved the cottages! My RA was my best friend and my six other roommates were like my sisters. Sure, we argued over who’s dishes were overflowing in the sink but we all made sure to be at every cottage event together. My junior year was in Lancer Arm apartments, which was a much more mature episode in my life. Well, not too mature. Our decorations were simply finger painted masterpieces created by yours truly, as well as, the other roommates. Now finally, my senior year, I have graduated to the University Place apartments, the single greatest location on campus, in my opinion. The UP apartments aren’t exactly beachfront property but they are just a hop, skip and a jump away from most classrooms. It must also be made known that they are the closest apartments to the cafeteria, which is really such a huge selling point for someone like myself. Aside from our central air-conditioning system being locked at what I now believe is the new Freezing Point, an arctic 75 degrees Fahrenheit, I really can’t complain about our incredible apartment.
I guess what I was trying to say is that I am forever grateful for all the friends I’ve made here on campus. And while I may not be exactly satisfied with this fatty, cheesy tortilla concoction I have now devoured, I will always be fond of the memories I’ve made while living within these various housing options. The tears, the laughs and the heartaches/ stomachaches I’ve shared with my past roommates over these last four years have decisively shaped who I am today. It’s good to know that they will be there for you when the rain starts to pour, like they’ve been there before, ‘cause I’m there for them too…(That’s an excerpt from the Friends theme song, if no one caught that.) In just a few more months I will be nothing more than a mere CBU alumni forced to find my own housing complete with utilities. I am certain that just as the cancelling of the Friends sitcom marked the end of an era thus so will my move-out day.
Meggie Michael
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