When I found out I’d be sharing a dorm room with Alex, I was thrilled. Alex and I had hit it off pretty quickly during our first year at college. We met in an intro to psychology class and bonded over our shared love of 90s rock music and late-night coffee runs. So when we realized we’d both signed up for the same dorm the following year, it seemed like fate.

Moving in with Alex felt like the sta...

In college, I shared a room with Jordan, someone I had admired from afar during our first year. Jordan was the kind of person who seemed to have everything together—charming, always surrounded by friends, and effortlessly excelling in classes. When I found out we’d be roommates sophomore year, I was excited. I thought that living with Jordan would be the perfect setup: we’d become close friends, a...

The first thing I sense when I open the door to my new home for the next few years was the smell. It was the smell of someone who went on the longest run known to man kind, for fun and then proceeded to do one hundred pushups with the windows closed so the stink can be sucked up from the walls. Then do it all over again.

I plug my nose and kick the door open. Inside its a whole mess. Beside the...

College.

The sound of freedom. I finally get to leave the house, finally get to get away from the girl who has been insistent on sticking to me since the third grade. And she didn’t stick to me in the way glue does, but tape. Duct tape. The type that won’t let go and is isistent on making life painful, and leaving a mark.

I get to leave. I’m getting thrown into the deepest part of the pool, t...

Zina’s eyes widened at the large glass buildings which were glistening from the sun.

“Am I- Am I really going to be living here?”

Her mom, who was right beside her grabbed her hand. “Yes, and you are going to love it here.”

“I’m nervous, I mean, am I really good enough to live in a place like this? Everyone who got in here are probably top students who have won millions of awards. I’ve barely wo...

He walked through the door with his backpack and a duffle, and just by his breathing I could tell who it was. Adam. The guy from my high school gym class who bullied me every day. Taunted me during the mile, laughed at my strength gains, and once even knocked me into a puddle during dodge ball in a field. My heart plummeted to my toes. This is who I would be spending the next year with?

Adam thre...

5000 hours after high school graduation here ultimately we are- university roommates.

Here in the bustling town of Olympia, there was I, a freshman. I was just beaming with excitement and a touch of anxiety as I moved in. As I unpacked my boxes and bags, that eagerness continued. The only shadow looming over this bright beginning light was the memory of a high school student, my arch nemesis, Per...

At night I lay awake in bed

Thinking about all the stupid things I’ve ever said

When it’s quiet all they come rushing back

My cringe moments

Lie dormant

Until they ATTACK

Flying at me all at once

Turning my pillow from cold to warm

Replacing the warm breeze of contentment

With bees

that sting

and swarm

So to escape this b...

I was thrilled to start the school year, a drastic change from the last few years as a junior and senior in high school. Not only was I able to leave the rivalries with drama queens and kings back at home, I could choose my classes (I knocked out all my general eds), decide what time they would be at, and live in an area with a predictable weather forecast… 75 degrees with an ocean breeze. Ah, the...

(You may be confused if you haven’t read the first part :)

I read my book in the silence of the library, my music playing in my headphones, I look up to see someone.

It’s Mason _again. _

I put my headphones off of my head_. _

_“Hey, you mind if I join you?”_

I nodded.

No words were spoken after that. On two separate sides of the table, he studied while I read ‘jane Austen, pride and prejudic...