They say that college is about the experiences and the friendships you make along the way. While some people have stories about the roommate from hell that tried to kill them, some have fairytale endings that only happen once in a while.
During my first few weeks here at Wesleyan, I was depressed, overwhelmed, and tired. Of course, things got better with time. As the semester ends, I’ve realized that I hate this school. I hate the professors, the way they teach, the dorms, the food, and anything else you could name. Even though I’m not too fond of the school, it has changed my life forever.
Every day I meet some of the most intelligent, charismatic, and well-rounded women of today’s generation. Attending an all women’s college has allowed me to explore and challenge my identity and voice when it comes to being a woman. Along with that, it has also taught me sisterhood as a whole and individually. I will forever be thankful to Wesleyan College for the many opportunities and experiences, but most importantly, for allowing me to meet my best friend.
Many people can’t say that their best friend is their roommate, but I got lucky. We not only share a room, but we also share memories that we’ll tell our kids about one day. She teaches me something new every day. She is the epitome of strength, beauty, and intelligence. My roommate is the greatest thing this school will ever give me. We’ve already established that we are going to be in each other’s wedding. She’ll be the Godmother to my kids. Mind you; it’s only been four months.
To my roommate and my best friend, thank you for making the four months a semester I’ll never forget. I love you more than words can describe, and I can’t wait to watch you become everything you’ve set out to be.