BLOG #2

There Goes the Neighborhood"

William Jamison

Just got back from basketball practice drained week Four of college done and I don’t even have a roommate yet. Big and beautiful dorm all to myself. Finally getting to my dorm and hitting the hay , I think I'm going to sleep majority of the day tomorrow.  I sadly wake up to my door being beaten on at seven in the morning , all I'm thinking about is who is doing this to me. I ask who is at the front door and boy replies your new roommate. I open up the door and see a guy with tan pants, a soccer jersey and some all black  indoor cleats. He introduces himself to me his name is Carlos and his nationality is Mexican. Don’t get me wrong I was nice and interested in whatever he had to say but I was angry about having to be forced to only have one half of the dorm room. I showed him the basics of where the important things are like bathrooms and lunch area where you go and get food. But before any of that had occurred I went back to sleep, yet again waking up to a loud banging   noise. In the dorm Carlos had taken all of my basketball posters down and replaced them with his own of his favorite soccer players, My movies had been rearranged alphabetically and it was in type of genre article. To top it off he puts muddy cleats on my rug and is on the phone speaking Spanish extremely loudly. Seeing and hearing the horrific seen I had to have a talk with him about personal space and respecting each other's half of the dorm room. Now he is sure of what he can touch which is only his things and keeping his stuff on his side. Settling an agreement with him was not to bad but he still is on his phone late at night when I'm trying to sleep. From that week 5 we were both settled and used to each other. College life was back to being the usual and even though I do miss that space it was worth it and I am glad I got the experience of sharing my dorm.