College & Career
August 2, 2013
By Steffie Drucker
University of Illinois
I’d been waiting months for the news, and it finally came on Monday: my roommate assignment for freshman year at University of Illinois.
To give you a little history, I started out thinking that I would live with someone from high school. But everyone I talked to said they were going random or planning to find someone on Facebook—they were afraid that living with a friend could ruin their relationship.
OK, I thought, I guess living with someone I don’t know could be fun. At least it’s a good way to get to know someone new.
Still, I felt nervous about living with a complete stranger who was assigned to me by a computer program. I knew that university housing matched people based on a roommate survey, but I felt like there were questions that the survey didn’t ask that were important to me.
I tried really hard to find a roommate via Facebook before my housing application was due on May 15. I checked out various University of Illinois Facebook pages, constantly looking for new potential roommates. I scrolled right past some posts, clicked on others and replied to a handful of promising leads. Some of those messages were returned and an awkward speed-date-esque conversation followed, while other greetings went unanswered.
In short, after “interviewing” dozens of roommate candidates, I ended up alone on May 15. I was forced to go random—and I was terrified.
My first glimmer of hope came from university housing on May 28. I found out which dorm I’d be living in, and thankfully it was my first choice. But still no news about my random roommate.
I checked my email obsessively for weeks. And finally—FINALLY!—the message I’d been waiting for hit my inbox on July 29.
My roommate, who I was positive would be a horrible fit for me, is actually from Urbana, Illinois, home to University of Illinois (first thought: Yes! I’ll have a built-in tour guide). Since finding out about each other, my roomie and I have been texting back and forth and we even Skyped for 45 minutes last night.
We’re still in that awkward getting-to-know-you stage, but she seems really sweet and we’re both so excited for freshman year.
My roommate saga taught me that even though I didn’t find a roommate ahead of time, like I wanted to, my situation still worked out in the end.
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