At the end of my first year of college I ended up finding and renting a house with one of my roommates that I had in residents. We found a 6-bedroom house that was about 5 minutes away from the school, and was actually down the road from the house that I rented over the summer, which worked out perfectly when it came time for moving.
The summer months flew by and I found myself packing up my things and getting ready to move into my next house, which I would live in for at least a year. I only knew one of my roommates, the other 4 were complete strangers to me. The landlord gave us each others email addresses, so we were able to talk a bit before we all moved in and figure out what was needed for the house.
I was the first one of everyone to move into the house, but left before anyone else had moved in. While I was away my old roommate moved in and gave me a quick overview of what our new roommates were like. She said everyone seemed pretty nice and thought it was going to be a good year. We lived with 5 girls and 1 guy (that poor guy!).
My first semester (which is 4 months), went by really well. There was no drama, no fighting, everyone got along. My boyfriend at the time lived down the street (in the house that I rented over the summer), and all of his friends lived with him. So the first half of the year was spent getting to know all of my roommates and hanging out/partying with his friends.
Again, this semester was spend partying and not so much time was devoted to school, which at the time, I didn't mind. I was enjoying my new life with the new people that I had met. By the time first semester ended, was when things started to change. Slowly, everyone started to not get along and the drama started. Since I am the type of person who speaks my mind and has a hard time knowing when I should not say something, I seemed to be the one who had to deal with most of the drama.
I thought that once we all went home for Christmas break that things would go back to the way they use to be, when everyone got along and there was no fighting. I thought we all just needed a break from each other since we spent almost every day together. Some of the roommates and I talked over Christmas break, but things did not seem to be getting any better, there was still a lot that we all had to say to each other, and no one seemed to be able to put the past behind us. The next four months were when things got really bad in the house, to the point where I was not even friends with anyone anymore and barely talked to any of the roommates...
The summer months flew by and I found myself packing up my things and getting ready to move into my next house, which I would live in for at least a year. I only knew one of my roommates, the other 4 were complete strangers to me. The landlord gave us each others email addresses, so we were able to talk a bit before we all moved in and figure out what was needed for the house.
I was the first one of everyone to move into the house, but left before anyone else had moved in. While I was away my old roommate moved in and gave me a quick overview of what our new roommates were like. She said everyone seemed pretty nice and thought it was going to be a good year. We lived with 5 girls and 1 guy (that poor guy!).
My first semester (which is 4 months), went by really well. There was no drama, no fighting, everyone got along. My boyfriend at the time lived down the street (in the house that I rented over the summer), and all of his friends lived with him. So the first half of the year was spent getting to know all of my roommates and hanging out/partying with his friends.
Again, this semester was spend partying and not so much time was devoted to school, which at the time, I didn't mind. I was enjoying my new life with the new people that I had met. By the time first semester ended, was when things started to change. Slowly, everyone started to not get along and the drama started. Since I am the type of person who speaks my mind and has a hard time knowing when I should not say something, I seemed to be the one who had to deal with most of the drama.
I thought that once we all went home for Christmas break that things would go back to the way they use to be, when everyone got along and there was no fighting. I thought we all just needed a break from each other since we spent almost every day together. Some of the roommates and I talked over Christmas break, but things did not seem to be getting any better, there was still a lot that we all had to say to each other, and no one seemed to be able to put the past behind us. The next four months were when things got really bad in the house, to the point where I was not even friends with anyone anymore and barely talked to any of the roommates...
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