When we all came back from Christmas break, you could tell the dynamics had changed in the house. I was starting my second co-op placement and taking one night course as well. All of my other roommates were starting their second semesters for the year.
Since I was working 40-hour weeks and taking one course, I was pretty tired by the time I got home from work, and by the weekend, I was spent. All I wanted to do was relax in a quiet house, study when I needed to, and go to bed early so I would be able to function for work the next day. Sounds pretty easy right?
Since all of my roommates were just in school, they seemed to have a lot of free time, which they enjoyed partying through. It seemed almost every night they were drinking, blaring their music, and having friends over. That was not the worst part though. I found myself being one of the only non-smokers living in the house, and remember I had 5 roommates...So on top of all the partying, they had become smoking in the house.
I would wake up every morning with every window open in the house (we were now in the winter months) and half empty beer bottles filled with cigarette butts. It was the most disgusting thing. By opening the windows they were trying to keep the smoke from coming upstairs, unfortunately, it didn't work. I found myself being woken up at all hours of the night from them being loud and started to notice that my room reeked of cigarettes, for someone who does not smoke, it is one of the worst smells.
My problems with my roommates started when I starting trying to confront them about their loud parties and smoking in the house. Many of these conversations turned into screaming matches and nothing was resolved. I found myself not talking to any of them and avoided being home as much as possible by staying at my boyfriend or friends houses.
After a few months of feeling completely alone and having feelings of actual depression, winter started to end and spring became. Almost all of my roommates moved out. Some of them trying to avoid the drama that surrounded the house, others found themselves dropping out of school, and some moved home for the summer. The ones the were not planning on coming back ended up subletting their rooms to people.
With this change came a fresh start for me in the house. The people who had made the last four months for me a living hell were finally gone and I had new roommates to start my summer and next semester with. Things really started to be looking up for me!
Since I was working 40-hour weeks and taking one course, I was pretty tired by the time I got home from work, and by the weekend, I was spent. All I wanted to do was relax in a quiet house, study when I needed to, and go to bed early so I would be able to function for work the next day. Sounds pretty easy right?
Since all of my roommates were just in school, they seemed to have a lot of free time, which they enjoyed partying through. It seemed almost every night they were drinking, blaring their music, and having friends over. That was not the worst part though. I found myself being one of the only non-smokers living in the house, and remember I had 5 roommates...So on top of all the partying, they had become smoking in the house.
I would wake up every morning with every window open in the house (we were now in the winter months) and half empty beer bottles filled with cigarette butts. It was the most disgusting thing. By opening the windows they were trying to keep the smoke from coming upstairs, unfortunately, it didn't work. I found myself being woken up at all hours of the night from them being loud and started to notice that my room reeked of cigarettes, for someone who does not smoke, it is one of the worst smells.
My problems with my roommates started when I starting trying to confront them about their loud parties and smoking in the house. Many of these conversations turned into screaming matches and nothing was resolved. I found myself not talking to any of them and avoided being home as much as possible by staying at my boyfriend or friends houses.
After a few months of feeling completely alone and having feelings of actual depression, winter started to end and spring became. Almost all of my roommates moved out. Some of them trying to avoid the drama that surrounded the house, others found themselves dropping out of school, and some moved home for the summer. The ones the were not planning on coming back ended up subletting their rooms to people.
With this change came a fresh start for me in the house. The people who had made the last four months for me a living hell were finally gone and I had new roommates to start my summer and next semester with. Things really started to be looking up for me!
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