Freshman year is already chaotic—new school, new people, new classes. But throw in a nightmare roommate and suddenly you’re living in a Netflix drama with no skip button.
Mine? Let’s just say privacy was not in their vocabulary. I’d walk in to find them using my AirPods, sitting on my bed, wearing my hoodie—without asking. At first, I tried to be chill. “Maybe they’re just not used to sharing a space,” I told myself. But when your $30 shampoo mysteriously vanishes for the third time and you’re waking up to TikTok drafts being filmed at 2 a.m., the chill fades fast.
I learned the hard way: roommate horror stories are real, and no, you’re not being dramatic.
But here’s the thing—I also learned how to set boundaries, speak up for myself, and eventually file that glorious room change request. It wasn’t easy, and honestly, it messed with my mental health for a while. But I made it out. And I swear, having your own space after that hits like a reward from the universe.
Lesson of the story: sometimes your freshman roommate will teach you more about yourself than your professors do. Just make sure you survive the semester first.
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