I’ve hit the five-hour mark at Panera Bread studying my life away, and I thought a break was needed. What better thing to do during a break than to tell you all about my little roommate L. Yesterday, I said my sad “See you later” to B, and following in BLENK order – L is next. Brace yourselves.
L is one of the few people I remember meeting on day one of moving into the dorms. She was sitting on her dorm room floor with her “banging brunette” shirt on and stood up to say hi. The first words out of her mouth were “You’re Kate Ferguson right? I remember from facebook.” Now, I hadn’t been a part of the facebook world for too long then, and this comment immediately placed L under creeper status for the next several days. Fortunately for me, I learned that L was so much more than just an online stalker. L has always been the “life of the party” roommate. She is one of the most social people I know and loves to have a good time. This has been helpful the last three years, because I always know that if I want to enjoy myself on a Saturday night, L is the one to go out with. L was always moving freshman year, and she was up for anything. We we’re the only girls on our floor to get basketball tickets, and we only went to one game – the UNC game. We waited outside in the cold for hours to get prime seats. That game was a blast. We had a class together in the fall of freshman year and ate at Kennedy Commons’ breakfast buffet every Tuesday morning, and then moved to Baker – both places had awesome tots. I remember the day L and I went to eat at Kennedy for lunch, and she asked me if I wanted to rent an apartment with her, B, and N the following year – I remember being so happy because I really loved spending time with them. What a good decision that ended up being. L is a genuine friend in every way. She takes care of those close to her, and I have benefited from that kindness. At the end of freshman year, someone who shall be nameless tore a name sign I had made off my bedroom door. I felt the event was unsettling and an unnecessary violent action. The next day, L sat in her room and took the time to create a new sign (colored with markers and all the trimmings). That sign is still hanging in my room two years later. This act of friendship solidified my belief that I was going to be future roommates with a pretty awesome girl.
One thing I love about my friendship with L is that a lot of our memorable times have occurred outside of Columbus. I went to Chicago – L’s hometown – for my cousin’s wedding, and my dad got L a ticket to the Cubs game. I met her on Navy pier, and we purchased my first Cubs shirt together (she gets mad because I always seem to wear it on the days after the Cubs lose big). That evening we saw about five innings of a great game – I learned that Fukudome is not a swear word and if you talk about building a new Wrigley field you will get the stink eye. All of sudden, the sky became dark and the clouds sailed in. The rain poured down in buckets, and the tornado siren went off. L informed me that tornadoes were not common in Chicago, so she was just as freaked out as I was. The voice over the loudspeaker informed us that we needed to get down to shelter, and L and I were ready to sprint down the stairs. My dad was adamant on finishing his beer, but my tears told him it was time to go. L and I hugged each other as my uncle discussed “how bad this could get,” and then ran to shelter and my cousin’s friend’s house across the street. You will never understand the bond you have with a roommate until you almost die together.
L also visited the Jersey Shore last September. She was my first roommate houseguest, and I was able to take her all over NYC and take her to a Mets/Cubs game. Thank God we both like baseball or I don’t think we would have nearly as many fun experiences together. No tornado came through NY. She also was present when the police arrived on my street to handle an altercation. Turns out, you also will never understand the bond you have with a roommate until you have to talk to the police while she watches from your bedroom window. L is and will always be our quirky roommate. She makes her own rules and is fearless in all she does. I love watching her, because you just never know what she’s going to do next. My life is most definitely going to be a little more boring next year when I’m unable to see her every day. This I know for sure: whenever I eat any form of chicken or potato products, whenever I drink Captain, whenever I listen to rap music, whenever I see the Cubs play, whenever I hear the Harry Potter twinkling music, whenever I nap on the couch, and whenever I look at my name sign, I will be thinking of you Miss L…You better come visit me in Jersey this summer!
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