Sunday, May 8, 2011

Freshman Orientation Roommates

Well as we sit here in the midst of our finals grind, we search for ways to diverge from our studies about mexican immigration, balance sheets, (not so) basic finance formulas, molecular biology (?) and even our courageous efforts to know. Our hatred for Kyle Singler can only distract us so much, but eventually words need to be written down on the computer in front of us. Before you head back to wherever it is you sleaze during these hard times, take a second and just think back to your freshman orientation roommate. It is a bond that can never be broken. It doesn't matter if you hate the kid's guts or you just got a mod with him, you will always remember your freshman orientation roommate. Some people bonded over doggies, others didn't speak more than a handful of words to each other. Some people had their first ever college pillow talk, others got kissless tugs after the toga party. Awkwardness can't even begin to describe the feeling you get when the both of you make eye contact on campus. It's like every member of a group project combined into one person, Manbearchafe. Regardless of which jabroni you were dealt, it was the first person you met at BC. It was a nervous time in all of our lives. No one was sure if they were going to be stuck for three days with a Jaba the Hut or a Justin Timberlake. Your bond with your orientation roomie is similar to the bond with the two kids that sandwiched your picture in your yearbook growing up. Heroes get remembered, but freshman orientation roommates never die.

P.S. I'd say 3% of people become friends with their direct freshman orientation roommate.


  1. the toss up should just ask if you are straight or not

  2. Jonathon the Zombie KidMay 8, 2011 at 6:57 PM

    I like turtles.

  3. i didn't have a direct roommate, only 7 kids in my suite. i guess i'll never know the magic..

  4. props to the Sandlot quote