Thursday, August 31, 2006
Whatev': Crazy roommates and other college fun
From the editor
Eleven years ago this week, I officially became a college freshman.
My parents and two younger sisters loaded up the minivan -- a la "Little Miss Sunshine" -- and helped me make the move to George Mason University.
After buying all of the supplies and technology necessary for college life and then schlepping all of the new stuff up three flights of stairs in the late August heat, we thought the hard part was over.
Oh, no.
Welcome to closet living, roommates from hell and contagious home sickness.
My memory is a bit foggy (which could be a psychological defense thing), but I do remember enough to offer some advice.
Students:
• See those nice people at the credit card company tables offering you a free T-shirt if you fill out their easy paperwork? RUN LIKE HELL.
• Try to think of your weird, psychotic roommate experiences as an investment in character. These stories will help you be the life of the party someday.
• If you don't believe me, try this: To help make friends, start swapping your prom-went-wrong stories. That's how I bonded with my best friend.
• Even when you think you've got it bad, know that you're in Utopia. Savor each day. You will never again have as many single folks your own age around you at one time; abundant, quick and somewhat healthy food to enjoy with your peers; and "free" cable and gym memberships. Someday, you will have to pay for things like electricity and Internet access and single-serving Lean Cuisines. And you will do this while still paying for your Utopian years.
• When your RA reminds you that candles are strictly prohibited, listen. Because some people who think they're responsible candle users might find themselves leaping off the top bunk early one morning to extinguish a small fire caused by a slow-burning raspberry Bath and Body Works candle. The raspberry won't mask the smell of a toasted desk hutch, which you'll be paying for in May.
• Do not wear a formal, floor-length wool coat to a frat party. Because when you decide to leave, your search for the coat could turn into a House of Horrors kind of experience. What's behind Door No. 3? You really don't want to know.
• On second thought, your coat choice should not be your first concern. Be smart. Go in groups. Don't let someone else be responsible for your safety.
• Try to call your parents every once in a while -- they're worried, and they want to know you're doing OK.
Mom and Dad:
• Stop worrying. We're all grown up, and you've done a good job helping us get this far. We might go to a raucous frat party or two, but let us make our own mistakes.
• We miss our doggies and kitties. Send us photos to cheer us up.
• We love care packages -- the more personalized, the better. Send stuff we can make with hot water, like Easy Mac and Ramen soup. Anything snackish or sweet (like your homemade cookies) goes over big with our new friends. We also appreciate restaurant/grocery store gift certificates and toiletries.
• Check out this brilliant idea I read on a university Web site: If you miss the social connections with other high school parents, corral a group of them together and have care package parties throughout the year. Sounds like a win-win arrangement to me.




