March first is just a couple days away, which means we’re getting our housing lottery numbers. Ugh, even just writing it stresses me out. I think it’s fair to say that this is definitely not everyone’s favorite time of year. But it’s exciting too! You finally get your opportunity to choose your own roommate(s) and hopefully choose a place with bigger showers and fewer East bugs.
The process starts innocently enough. I mean all you have to do is register. And then you pray, a lot, because nobody wants to have 821 for their number.
Then that fateful day arrives that will shape your life for the next two semesters. You get your numbers.
Top 200? Not bad.
Under 600? Well that just sucks.
Everybody hates that one person who got #1
But you don’t dwell on it too long because now you have to figure out where you’re actually going to live. Nobody wants to be in that one room that looks like the place where this boy grew up (single in Massel anybody?):
No, we’re all dreaming of this (aka the Village or if you’re an upperclassman, Ridgewood):
And you want him as your neighbor:
Unfortunately, reality is harsh. Thinking about your roommate situation will probably do this to you:
And of course you have to have a plan B just in case.
Finally the day arrives, the day to choose your housing. Your appointment time is probably during class, but biology can wait. This is more important! You’ve been checking the housing availability religiously to make sure that you can still go with plan A. It’s all you can think about.
When you finally register your housing for next semester, you feel a weight come off your shoulders.
And if you have a single next year you probably feel something like this:
For more info on the housing process click here
Good luck collegiettes!