Snow Isn’t the Only Thing Piling Up in Fitchburg

This blog was originally supposed to be dated Wednesday, January 30. However, despite my constant planning and schedule making, I was unable to fit it into my agenda yesterday. It seems to me that in college every professor likes to believe that their class is the only one you are taking.

I often find that no matter how organized I am or how quickly I choose to do the work I am assigned, there is at least one night a week in which I am bombarded with homework. That night was last night for me. One professor assigned me a forty page chapter to read and choose three questions out of, that I could expect to be on my next exam, while also researching three inventors who I might enjoy writing a much more in-depth paper on. The next class I attended resulted in the task of obtaining the deed and zoning laws of a building in Fitchburg. Where to find those I had no idea, but thank goodness I am one of the few freshman that has a car on campus. Along with the wild goose chase I was sent on, I was also expected to have the majority of the entire “A” section of my construction dictionary memorized by next class. And on top of it all I needed to catch up on a novel I managed to fall behind in for English.

Despite how impossible it all seemed at the time, I did manage to complete my work to the best of my ability. Still, my blog did have to wait until today. Maybe it’s my own fault for wanting to leave my weekends homework free. But even that doesn’t happen most of the time.

The Luck of the Draw

It seems to me that there is one aspect to college life that has the majority of control over your mood. The key to making the most out of your college experience is having the right roommate. Unfortunately, freshman year, the year in which you are first trying to become comfortable in this new environment, you have no say in who this individual may be.

Having spent the better half of a year with my two roommates, I have come to realize how lucky I really am. While one of them may have an awkward odor about her, and while she does have the disgusting habit of hanging her underwear on the footboard of her bed, she mainly keeps to herself and for the most part, is on my good side. As for my other roommate, at the risk of sounding like I am in love with her, I would have to say that Krystina is my soul mate of a roommate.

While we may bicker about the fact that she is half deaf, or that she has the annoying tendency of watching three shows at the same time, constantly changing the channel, whether it’s a commercial or not; I couldn’t have asked for a better roomie. It seems that we are always in the same mood. If one of us wants it to be nap time, homework time, dinner time, movie time, go to the gym time, or play a prank on the suitemates time, the other is always all for it. I mean who else would lie in bed at night and laugh to the point where our stomachs hurt, for absolutely no reason, with me?