FRESHTIMONIALS–Life in a Freshman Triple |
October 11, 2011 |
“Hey, Do You Mind if I Put on John Mayer Pandora?”
My roommates and I are sitting pretzel style on the rug, fish-tailing each other’s hair. Maybe these fish-tails will lead to an impromptu photobooth session in the underwater effect, but who really knows. Let’s be real: life in a forced triple is krazy. While two-thirds of the freshman class were talking about the orientation schedule, how much they missed their pets, or which pastability they were craving that night, the other third established an immediate bond. “Oh word, you’re in a forced triple too, whats good?”
Sure space is limited, but you learn to be neat (or not) and make do. The key to maintaining excellent energy in a room is respect; we take the Roommate Agreement Contract very seriously. If someone violates this contract, she spends the night in the walk-in closet. Simple. In a triple, food disappears at a super-human pace, but not for the reasons one might think. Never say, “Wow guys, we finished that ten pack of hun-cal Special K bars in, like, one day!” Chances are you’ll be greeted with blank stares from two sets of beady eyes, “What hun-cal Special K bars?!? Nobody ate them except you.” Not sharing food will merit you a night in the closet.
Emily Wilson ‘15 photographs towards our theme. The above–shall we say art installation?–is unwelcome but not unfamiliar to those with triples.
Forget art galleries, everyone brings their own décor, so a triple resembles a miniature museum. Who knew there are three variations of the classic Hang in There! poster, featuring a tiny and adorable cat dangling from a tree? Where else might one discover the great symphony made by the simultaneous play of John Mayer, David Bowie, and tribal music? Life in a triple screams CULTURE CULTURE CULTURE. As night falls and I look at the wired underside of my roommate’s mattress, I realize that this is, like, totally the Vicky Cristina Barcelona lifestyle, and it is beyond exciting.