The supplemental has been having quite a few visitors lately. Most of them are linked to only one of the girls, and they seem to enjoy visiting our spacious box of a room. Usually they are pretty talkative, so we know when they are over, but one in particular is like a mystery. It is hard to detect a presence.
This particular visitor is male, and never really gives a warning as to when he will come in or if he is even there, which presents a few issues. First, there have been conflicts with him in the past that make him an unwelcome visitor in the minds of the majority of the roommates. Unfortunately, addressing this twice still has not solved the problem of him visiting, so hopefully the third time’s the charm! Second, it is quite unsettling when you want to change and then realize in the middle of doing so that there is a guy in the room. Third, it is also awkward sitting right on the other side of him with only a thin hanging sheet in between, and he is not talking with the roommate he knows. I would like to do my homework in peace and quiet, not in a cloud of awkwardness.
It is not a little problem that I am facing alone; he annoys the other roommates more than he bothers me. The roommate who he comes to see knows that the rest of us are not fond of him in the least, yet he remains as a guest. When he comes, there is always an elephant in the room, and we are close to bringing up the problem in his presence. Could this be our first major conflict? It is quite possible. When patience is thin and tension is thick, it is easy for a confrontation to occur.
Thursday, March 29, 2012
Thursday, March 22, 2012
Bonding Unexpectedly
Today, a comparison between my roommates and I and a high-school lunch table crossed my mind. Seven or eight girls who are friends and sit together every day at lunch is almost like a weaker version of the seven of us who live together. We share our drama with each other, obviously see each other often, can pick up on each other’s moods, know each other’s fashion styles, share things in common, etc.
However, I think that any time a group expands beyond three people, more often than not, there bound to be mini-cliques that function as even stronger friendships. I don’t want to use “clique” in a negative sense here either. I simply mean that when a group is large, some people will be better friends with other people. Within the larger group, each person will have her closest friend of the group.
I have noticed this among the girls in my room. We all started out awkwardly getting to know each other, and the first two weeks of school consisted of almost purely small-talk. That was the initial stage of getting to know one another. We first had to make sure that nobody was going to turn out to be crazy or have some unforeseen extreme personality. As time went on, especially as a result of living together, we got better senses of each other’s personality, naturally causing some of us to click better together.
Seeing the stronger bonds between certain roommates is actually very surprising. The pairs are not between people who have similar backgrounds, or even seemingly similar personalities at first glance. Some friendships are totally unexpected, but great nonetheless.
Thinking about this, maybe cliques are not so bad once you get out of high-school. As long as people know how to behave and bring new ideas and people to the table, there could be meaningful relationships and good results!
However, I think that any time a group expands beyond three people, more often than not, there bound to be mini-cliques that function as even stronger friendships. I don’t want to use “clique” in a negative sense here either. I simply mean that when a group is large, some people will be better friends with other people. Within the larger group, each person will have her closest friend of the group.
I have noticed this among the girls in my room. We all started out awkwardly getting to know each other, and the first two weeks of school consisted of almost purely small-talk. That was the initial stage of getting to know one another. We first had to make sure that nobody was going to turn out to be crazy or have some unforeseen extreme personality. As time went on, especially as a result of living together, we got better senses of each other’s personality, naturally causing some of us to click better together.
Seeing the stronger bonds between certain roommates is actually very surprising. The pairs are not between people who have similar backgrounds, or even seemingly similar personalities at first glance. Some friendships are totally unexpected, but great nonetheless.
Thinking about this, maybe cliques are not so bad once you get out of high-school. As long as people know how to behave and bring new ideas and people to the table, there could be meaningful relationships and good results!
Wednesday, March 14, 2012
Eight Mini Tornados
Eight girls and all their stuff is a lot to have all in one room. When closets are only about a meter wide and a foot and a half deep, and the dresser drawers hold a limited amount of clothing, it is a question of whether or not everything will even fit in the room! Add onto that backpacks, notebooks, textbooks, shoes, mirrors, tissue boxes, and other miscellaneous items. Put it all into one big open space, and it is easy to feel like things are everywhere!
There are eight people who have to keep their stuff neat, eight heads of hair being brushed, eight faces being made up, etc. As you can imagine, there is glitter, dust, and hair in even the tiniest corners and nooks. How long could it take the room to become a mess? Not long at all. It is easy to see when things are out of place (especially looking down with a bird’s eye view from the loft), but I will say that there is an air of organized chaos. It is nearly impossible to keep one’s space pristine, especially when that space needs to hold what seems like a million things and consists of about five square feet and a bed.
However, so far, everyone’s mess has been contained. Whatever I pile up on my desk or bed doesn’t touch any of my roommates’ spaces. Whatever they pile or leave lying around doesn’t infringe upon my space. We keep the boundaries clean even when our stuff isn’t. Probably everyone’s mom has yelled at least once to clean up the bedroom, saying that it looks like a tornado hit. What about when you know where everything is in that tornado though? I’d say it’s neat enough! Luckily this unspoken experience from the past is shared among my roommates, and it is the one rule that has made sure we always leave a walking path! Being respectful of other people’s spaces and always maintaining your own up to a certain point is been key to making sure nobody gets on anyone else’s nerves (or space)!
There are eight people who have to keep their stuff neat, eight heads of hair being brushed, eight faces being made up, etc. As you can imagine, there is glitter, dust, and hair in even the tiniest corners and nooks. How long could it take the room to become a mess? Not long at all. It is easy to see when things are out of place (especially looking down with a bird’s eye view from the loft), but I will say that there is an air of organized chaos. It is nearly impossible to keep one’s space pristine, especially when that space needs to hold what seems like a million things and consists of about five square feet and a bed.
However, so far, everyone’s mess has been contained. Whatever I pile up on my desk or bed doesn’t touch any of my roommates’ spaces. Whatever they pile or leave lying around doesn’t infringe upon my space. We keep the boundaries clean even when our stuff isn’t. Probably everyone’s mom has yelled at least once to clean up the bedroom, saying that it looks like a tornado hit. What about when you know where everything is in that tornado though? I’d say it’s neat enough! Luckily this unspoken experience from the past is shared among my roommates, and it is the one rule that has made sure we always leave a walking path! Being respectful of other people’s spaces and always maintaining your own up to a certain point is been key to making sure nobody gets on anyone else’s nerves (or space)!
Friday, March 2, 2012
What You Can't Learn in Books
When school first started, all eight roommates were fascinated with our room. It was huge! Giant! So much space compared to the regular dorm-room double! We have an upstairs, four doors, four mini-fridges, big windows, floor space, a high ceiling, and we're at the end of the hallway. It was pretty cool to walk in on move-in day and say, "This is where I will be living."
After a week or so of living in this room, everyone living in it got used to it. This was what we slowly started to call "home." Every day we could just walk in after classes (usually without even needing keys because someone is always here), plop our stuff onto our desks, and take a little break while chatting with some of the other roommates. The look of the room and finding out who was living in it were not new to us.
However, other people in our building and on our floor were still in awe, so we got a lot of visitors. Most of them would timidly knock on the door, but there were a few who took a different route...
The most memorable happened at 2 a.m. the second week of school. One of our upstairs doors started shaking as all of us were in bed trying to fall asleep. We figured it was the guy who lives in the room right next to our door going inside his room.
That wasn't the case.
Light flooded in and three people came in. It was terrifying! From the positioning of my bed, I was the only one who could see the door open and all three people come in. None of us wanted to confront them with our pajamas, bedhead, and makeup-less faces, so we all kind of hid under the covers and looked around in the dark downstairs. It took about thirty seconds for a few people to say, "Hello?" but nobody answered.
Before we knew it, two of the people left and trapped one inside by holding the door shut from the outside. It also just so happened that the one trapped inside was only wearing a towel...
When we noticed that, our bravest roommate came down from her bunk and marched upstairs to reprimand these people who did turn out to be boys from upstairs who decided to exploit the fact that we were still not sure how to mess with the lock on that door to get it to properly lock. They said they wanted to see what the room looked like because they thought we would not let them in during the day. After releasing the one guy in the towel, we were finally able to fully lock the door and get some rest, but we don't think the tension we intentionally created between these "friendly" neighbors allowed them to get as much rest. We didn't react with laughs or games as they probably expected, and the relationship between them and us has been a little tense ever since then.
But, I must say I am glad it was only a few wacky boys who got inside. It could have been other people who were more dangerous or had bad intentions. Looking back on it, I would have to say I learned to never let your guard down too much, and don't burn bridges by betraying any existing sense of trust. In our case, our room was different, so people wanted to see it, even when they were wearing only a towel. Lesson in security: lock up. You don't know what's outside your door.
After a week or so of living in this room, everyone living in it got used to it. This was what we slowly started to call "home." Every day we could just walk in after classes (usually without even needing keys because someone is always here), plop our stuff onto our desks, and take a little break while chatting with some of the other roommates. The look of the room and finding out who was living in it were not new to us.
However, other people in our building and on our floor were still in awe, so we got a lot of visitors. Most of them would timidly knock on the door, but there were a few who took a different route...
The most memorable happened at 2 a.m. the second week of school. One of our upstairs doors started shaking as all of us were in bed trying to fall asleep. We figured it was the guy who lives in the room right next to our door going inside his room.
That wasn't the case.
Light flooded in and three people came in. It was terrifying! From the positioning of my bed, I was the only one who could see the door open and all three people come in. None of us wanted to confront them with our pajamas, bedhead, and makeup-less faces, so we all kind of hid under the covers and looked around in the dark downstairs. It took about thirty seconds for a few people to say, "Hello?" but nobody answered.
Before we knew it, two of the people left and trapped one inside by holding the door shut from the outside. It also just so happened that the one trapped inside was only wearing a towel...
When we noticed that, our bravest roommate came down from her bunk and marched upstairs to reprimand these people who did turn out to be boys from upstairs who decided to exploit the fact that we were still not sure how to mess with the lock on that door to get it to properly lock. They said they wanted to see what the room looked like because they thought we would not let them in during the day. After releasing the one guy in the towel, we were finally able to fully lock the door and get some rest, but we don't think the tension we intentionally created between these "friendly" neighbors allowed them to get as much rest. We didn't react with laughs or games as they probably expected, and the relationship between them and us has been a little tense ever since then.
But, I must say I am glad it was only a few wacky boys who got inside. It could have been other people who were more dangerous or had bad intentions. Looking back on it, I would have to say I learned to never let your guard down too much, and don't burn bridges by betraying any existing sense of trust. In our case, our room was different, so people wanted to see it, even when they were wearing only a towel. Lesson in security: lock up. You don't know what's outside your door.
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