Freshman aren't fresh.

Guilty pleasure: The Bachelor(ette). I can't help myself. I always tell myself, "No! It's stupid!" And then while I watch it I think, "Pfft... it's stupid." And then when there's a ring on the finger I think, "...stupid..." And yet I still watch it. I just get hooked and I can't stop. I know, I know, I'm a terrible person-- but you're stupid, so shut up!

I've had some issues this week with rooming. I will be attending Catawba College in August and this is crunch-time. This next month is going to suck because any last minute forms I need to send in, registering for classes, all of that great school stuff needs to be done. So, I received a letter telling me to check out my e-mail, rooming assignment, and important dates online. When I looked into where I would be living for the next year the only thing listed was "Woodson". Awesome, I know where I'll be staying. I search the web to look at pictures and measurements and then... What?! A freshman dorm?!

I have hardly any emotions other than sarcasm and anger. Guess which emotion I chose for this moment.

At first, I thought it wouldn't be that bad. But this was the crappy dorm. Then a terrible thought hit me: what if I had to room with a freshman. Let me set the scene for you, I'm 19. I get that I'm young. There are a lot of freshman who are only a year younger than I am. However, I haven't been a freshman in two years. I didn't like freshman when I was a freshman, how would I survive? How would she survive? I would kill someone-- and there's a high chance it would be my freshman roommate. What if I got stuck with one of those girls who want to live it up? Those girls who want to have a "college experience" and that type of experience is exactly what I don't want to experience. I like to sleep. I don't drink. I would cry if I ever got a C. Don't get me wrong, I like to have fun, but it's a type of fun that I've been perfecting since my freshman year-- it includes coffee and... that's just about it. Coffee.

Oh, no. I had a flash of the worst case scenario. What if it was one of those freshman girls who want to have a "college experience" and think they can act but can't. I've been surrounded by those since I've been in college and I can barely stand them-- what if I had to live with one? Many people won't understand my loathing for people who insist on acting even though they shouldn't be except for fellow theatre students who can act. I would have to suffer through butchered versions of Shakespeare's "To be or not to be". Endless nights with a talentless tortured soul.

I wouldn't have it.

I sent out an e-mail to the housing director. On Thursday. At 11:45pm. So basically, I sent this e-mail out on the 4th which means I wouldn't hear back from anyone for 3 days. That's an eternity if you think you're living with a freshman in a crappy dorm.

To make a long story slightly shorter-- I'm not staying in a freshman dorm with a freshman. I'm staying in an upperclassman dorm with a friend and sophomore, Kaylee.

[insert sound of contentment here]


Carmen.