This morning I was planning on getting up at 8:15 to get ready for my morning class at 9. I was excited about my fifteen minutes of sleep. My roommate usually gets up before that to get ready, but it doesn't normally bother me. She doesn't turn the light on or anything. She usually wakes me up, but I typically fall right back to sleep. Today was different. My roommate thought her laptop charger was missing (you know the ones that cost $85? Yup, those). She quickly panicked and tried to find it and then woke me up accusing me of throwing away her charger by accident instead of my broken one. I told her I had no idea and tried to go back to sleep, knowing that if this had happened, there was nothing that I could have done about it.
Of course, I couldn't fall back asleep and was full of guilt over allegedly throwing away my roommate's charger. I finally got up when I had planned and checked the chargers by my homework area. Right there in the open was Liz's charger. I put it on her desk, she retried to plug it in and it worked. Was I relieved? No. I was angry because I was woken up early for nothing. I realize it is a petty thing to get irritated about, but when you have a roommate little things build up until your emotions spill over.
Unfortunately, it didn't end there.
Today is the day that I am supposed to request a dorm for housing. I have been looking forward to this for weeks. I have been planning on rooming in Harriet Hall, which is the nicest dorm on campus. It costs a little over a thousand dollars extra to live there, but my mom is letting me do it because the quality is much better. Harriet is suite-style housing and I couldn't sign up for it unless I had a group of 4. I had been so proud to finally get my group together, when one of the people decided that today was the day to ask her parents if she could room in Harriet or not. Today. The day we have to request the dorm. He parents said no, which is understandable. They simply cannot afford it because her father is unemployed and they are tight for money. That doesn't bother me. What bothers me is that she didn't talk to them about it before. (Funny thing is, she happens to be my roommate's twin. You can imagine how happy I am with that family right now....)
So now my plans are completely ruined. I have been dreaming about living in Harriet since I toured here last year. There is still a slight chance that it might work out, but the odds are not in our favor. I am going to do my best to figure it all out.
In the end, I just need to look at this whole thing in a different light. I guess it was not meant to be. There are other nice dorms to stay in and I always have my fraternity's house to fall back on. This is another test of patience and problem solving and I can appreciate that in its own. I just hope that everything works out for the better. I still plan on requesting Harriet tonight at my designated time. I have a back-up plan just in case.
To look on the bright side, all my homework is done for today, so I have a bunch of free time! I think I will watch Netflix and knit or read my new book. From this moment forward, I will no longer be negative about my day.
Have you had any major housing problems like this in the past? How did you deal with it?