On mistakes
Who knew 'more later' would turn into this?
Cut for length and rambling.
So next year, the deal is that juniors here at school live in 4-person suites, affectionately dubbed 'the apartments.' Myself, my roommate, and our other awesome friend spent most of last semester struggling to find a fourth, and we finally did right before finals. We got housing assignments over break, and we ended up, between us, with a number close enough to 1 to basically get us a spot in the apartments. Housing apps are due this Friday.
So the first day back, roomie and I are hanging in said other friend's room, and suddenly she looks at us and basically says "I've been thinking about it, and I don't think we'll live well together. I'm going to consider looking for someone else to live with."
There goes all our planning. She officially announced her resignation from the room today, so now roomie and the 4th and I are in an all-out mental WAR to find a new fourth person. To complicate matters, roomie wants to be an RA next year, but there's no guarantee she'll get the position - and if she does, there's no guarantee it'll be in the apartments. So it could end up being me and the 4th, alone, with two totally random people who will most likely be drunkards. ...This is not what we planned. Not at all.
I don't have the mental capacity to deal with this right now. I have classes and assignments and reading to do already, and I feel like it's all my fault, because I asked our fourth person without like, some kind of formal consultation with the other two (even though they agreed to it at lunch, awesome friend thought a real conversation was necessary, I guess?) and then while we were sorting out numbers, I made the mistake of messaging roomie that awesome friend seemed really stressed out about numbers, and the reply went to her, not to me. ...So it is basically my fault, and I said as much to everyone, but they refuse to acknowledge that so I'll just sit around in my guilt and self-worth issues (yes, the ones I resolved not to have) and shame for...well, a year and a half, I guess.
We have until Friday to find someone we all can stand, who isn't taken, doesn't mind living with us, and is okay with a potential OTHER RANDOM PERSON if roomie becomes an RA on some other part of campus.
My brain feels like someone wrung it out into a bucket and then washed it with a brillo pad. ...And even if it sounds cheesy, my heart feels even worse. I don't know what to do right now.
...It's odd, but I might've thought of something that makes me feel at least a little better. ...Doesn't help the situation, though.
Cut for length and rambling.
So next year, the deal is that juniors here at school live in 4-person suites, affectionately dubbed 'the apartments.' Myself, my roommate, and our other awesome friend spent most of last semester struggling to find a fourth, and we finally did right before finals. We got housing assignments over break, and we ended up, between us, with a number close enough to 1 to basically get us a spot in the apartments. Housing apps are due this Friday.
So the first day back, roomie and I are hanging in said other friend's room, and suddenly she looks at us and basically says "I've been thinking about it, and I don't think we'll live well together. I'm going to consider looking for someone else to live with."
There goes all our planning. She officially announced her resignation from the room today, so now roomie and the 4th and I are in an all-out mental WAR to find a new fourth person. To complicate matters, roomie wants to be an RA next year, but there's no guarantee she'll get the position - and if she does, there's no guarantee it'll be in the apartments. So it could end up being me and the 4th, alone, with two totally random people who will most likely be drunkards. ...This is not what we planned. Not at all.
I don't have the mental capacity to deal with this right now. I have classes and assignments and reading to do already, and I feel like it's all my fault, because I asked our fourth person without like, some kind of formal consultation with the other two (even though they agreed to it at lunch, awesome friend thought a real conversation was necessary, I guess?) and then while we were sorting out numbers, I made the mistake of messaging roomie that awesome friend seemed really stressed out about numbers, and the reply went to her, not to me. ...So it is basically my fault, and I said as much to everyone, but they refuse to acknowledge that so I'll just sit around in my guilt and self-worth issues (yes, the ones I resolved not to have) and shame for...well, a year and a half, I guess.
We have until Friday to find someone we all can stand, who isn't taken, doesn't mind living with us, and is okay with a potential OTHER RANDOM PERSON if roomie becomes an RA on some other part of campus.
My brain feels like someone wrung it out into a bucket and then washed it with a brillo pad. ...And even if it sounds cheesy, my heart feels even worse. I don't know what to do right now.
...It's odd, but I might've thought of something that makes me feel at least a little better. ...Doesn't help the situation, though.