My roommate freshman year was amazing. Not only did we both keep our sides of the room in the same level of disarray, but she was the most kindhearted and open-minded person. Plus, when I was going through my Sex and the City DVD phase, we would randomly fall asleep watching episodes. My roommate from my junior year who I'm living with again this year is also amazing. During the weekend when I can sometimes be a hermit, she drags me out of our room to go do fun stuff happening on campus.

I'm not sure that I would have ever had the opportunity to know Kristen, my assigned roommate freshman year, if I hadn't been placed with her, so I'm really glad I was. One midterm break weekend, we went on a road trip that couldn't have gotten more Midwestern: stopping at the Field of Dreams and running the bases even though there wasn't any corn yet, and eating a shocking amount of cheese samples in a cheese store in Galena. Without Kristen, I would have never had a hideous orange and olive striped 60s couch in the room freshman year that couldn't help but be the center of interest.

My freshman year roommate read the New Yorker religiously. He would cut out the cartoons and put them on our door, except they were always the ones that made the least sense to me. Something about two goldfish in a fish bowl...one of them had a pipe? It was over my head, I guess.

I currently live in a quint in Evans with four other girls. We get along incredibly well and have a lot of fun together. We sometimes have movie nights, and we try to clean all together every Saturday morning. Our mothers would be proud!