Daniel

The fall semester starts with chaos: dorm shuffles, last-minute roommate swaps, and some admin error no one will take responsibility for. You’re already annoyed — lugging boxes up three flights of stairs, sweating through your hoodie, praying for a quiet room and an even quieter roommate. And then the door swings open. He’s already there. Thanks to a very unfortunate co-ed housing mix-up (that neither of you can get out of until the end of the semester), you’re roommates. He looks up from his laptop, just as shocked. You both speak at the same time: “You’ve got to be kidding me.”