And yes, I like alliteration a little too well, rather than wisely.
I live with six of the most wonderful girls in the world. Despite skeptical remarks from various menfolk of my acquaintance, we’ve yet to have a fight. There are major benefits to living with so many girls, rather than the normal system of having one roommate. For one, our suite of rooms has three doubles and a single, so if we need private time we can have it. Not to mention the fact that our washer/dryer are private, open only to the seven of us, and each double has its own bathroom.
Socially, there’s almost always someone to chat with, which can be lovely if it’s a slow day. There’s also usually someone to help quiz you for a test (love you M!), or look over one of your papers (love you A!), or join you for a walk (A, you really are awesome, you know). Not to mention they share hilarious pictures of kitties looking silly (J, that grey kitten was so cute!). And then there’s the fantastic art major who clued us all in about pumpkin carving (yay, C!) and the quiet but adorable English major in the back room (love you S). And of course, my roommate Au, who is seven different shades of awesome.
Since we have varying majors, it’s interesting to see how different our classes can be, not to mention our papers. I myself am a history major, and I know for a fact the English department would hate some of my essays that got good grades from history professors. The camaraderie in our pod (we’ve jokingly debated whose major is the least useless) is wonderful for studying and playing. And eating, at that. We ordered pizza recently, with predictably wonderful results as we munched on yummy delivery pizza and watched West Side Story.
However, there is a downside….
The recent few weeks in my pod have been some of the loudest since the school year began. The air has been full of sounds, specifically coughing, hacking, wheezing, sneezing… cold season is here. The first round struck almost a month ago, the week before fall break. Of my six roommates, around four had colds. I was one of the lucky ones without a cold, and inwardly sighed with relief.
I shouldn’t have. I went home over break, and caught my dad’s cold, bringing it back with me after break. Then commenced what is now almost a week and a half of the most irritating cold I’ve ever had. It started as just the sniffles with a headache, but it managed to attract a mild earache to join the party. The earache was only one day, thankfully, but the sniffles, sneezing, running nose and coughing have been present at varying levels the entire time. My roommates, who had just gotten over their colds, are now starting to cough again. We’ve even made a nifty chart on the wall marking who is currently sick (and thus should be allowed to sleep on the futon during the day, and given gratuitous tea and sympathy).
While I love my roommates dearly, this is one of the problems of cohabitation- colds spread like wildfire.
On a completely different note, fall break also provided the chance to go shopping for winter boots. I found some of the most unbelievably gorgeous boots, brown with a three inch heel. Every single time I wear them, it boosts my entire day. It’s true what they say about clothing giving a woman confidence- it’s easier to fight a dying cold and study for an uninteresting subject when one is wearing pretty pretty boots.
