Sugar, spice, and everything nice…just kidding. I don’t live with the Powerpuff Girls.
When I first applied for housing, I had no idea what I truly wanted. I guessed that I wanted the “true” college experience: the nice dorm, the perfect roommate, the usual. So that is what I filled out on my housing application. However, this is not what I got. And thank goodness for that.
I was at work when I received the email about my housing information. I remember telling my boss (the only other person around) about how I was put in single. I then started freaking out about how I would be so isolated and it would be harder to make friends. He assured me that it would give me my own space and that everything would be alright, but I wasn’t convinced.
Regardless, it was out of my control at this point. I started wondering what my floormates would be like, and if I would be able to share a bathroom with six other girls. But none of that matters anymore, because now my thoughts are a reality. I live with these girls. And I am so glad that I was assigned the dorm/floor/suite/room that I currently reside in. It’s more wonderful than I could have possibly imagined.
I get along so well with my suitemates. They are quirky, hilarious, caring, and intelligent. They share food, they give great advice, and they are always around when I need them. When we are in the dorm, we are always together. It’s really a great situation.
Some of us went through recruitment together. Some of my suitemates and I dressed as the same Halloween costumes (yes, we dressed as the emotions from Inside Out). We travel to the mall, the commons, and Target together. We are always up for doing things together, regardless of the activity.
Also, their music taste is honestly perfection: the right mix of alternative/punk and broadway show tunes. It’s actually amazing.
No, my suite isn’t a perfect mix of sugar, spice, and everything nice. But who wants that anyway?