First Year College

When people believe in leaving home, taking the first step in the world when they are older, most of them are usually happy. Although I enjoyed being with my family and being accepted, I longed for more information. My biggest fears were friends.

Now, I'm sure I have a public concern. It gets to the point where I feel that whatever I say to a stranger, it irritates him, and he pretends to enjoy my speech. I hate it, and that I see as inconsistent. Umm tai tai is the best the only thing I could hope for was that my roommate would be a bully, and to him I made friends. We’ve been talking about email and texting looking for who will deliver, and in our conversations he looked great and well-matched. I had told him that I had been 'a sleeping man, waking up in the morning', and he said he looked like him. Everything seemed perfect.

When the day of departure finally came, I used to stop. it was fun to set everything up, and my side of the space was well done when my roommate came along. Both of our parents talked a lot, and it so happened that I lived with her and that at first I wanted to find a place to stay with her friends, but her parents made her feel asleep.

After the elders said good-bye, an unexpected turn came. I tried to say a conversation, but his responses were always short and purposeful, as if he didn't care or didn't want to talk.

And she has been like that every year. Since I needed some sound to cut off my head, I asked if I could play soft music. He denied it and made it clear, he continued whispering to touch how he needed complete peace. I kept putting the earphones in the dark.

We fought against windmills. I liked it warm, while obviously he liked it frozen. The bad news is that cool air was blowing in my bed, so if I lose the battle of the day I might be cold. However, when the air temperature rises, it takes a roommate for a week before realizing that a change in temperature causes the area to heat up. it was very hot in my name. Most of his friends were boys, and that they just ran into space without knocking. Most of the time it went well, except in cases where I had to quickly throw away the shirt or pants I had been in the middle of switching to.

The worst part was that his 'original' meaning and mine were completely different. He would not go into space all night, but he would not move in peace. I'm not feeling well at this point but I hope you'll see me soon.

My kindness was the only way I could make him my friend.

I had received a message on Facebook from a woman in my high school, which I did not talk much about as we were very different. He said his roommate was almost like me (a.k.a. weird), which we should always be involved with. Since I was lonely and hopeless, I agreed.

Now that he’s in college, he’s inseparable, and our little self-sacrifice is his story.