FECTEAU: Living with girls more trying than with guys
Today I started my countdown to summer vacation.
But not for the suntans, lazy days and decent weather. No, I am counting down the days until I can say "sayonara" to roommates.
Pairing four people in a room not much bigger than my bathroom at home is one thing; those four people being females is another.
I have heard countless phone conversations while walking to class where girls are ferociously complaining about how their roommates ticked them off that morning. This is often followed by coming home to see another girl in my hall switch into a different room for “less drama.” Please, with girls there is no such thing.
My freshman year of college brought me more drama than my entire high school career. But I guess that’s what happens when potential roomies are in the hands of Central Michigan University’s roommate matchmaking system.
But I chose to stick it out, seeing as the only choice I had was to live in the residence halls — with three girls. It’s only a few more weeks, right? Forty-one days, 40, 39 … God help me.
First semester was a bit bumpy. But this second semester is more like climbing Mount Everest in a snow storm.
The drama that girl roommates can produce from nothing is incredible. It is like a secret weapon they hide and then whip out when everything is going okay.
After rounds of slamming doors — the most effective way some people feel to take out their anger — there is still no surrender to the ongoing battle between girls and their petty fights.
One of the most popular problems I hear from other girls is being quiet while getting ready in the morning with a sleeping roommate: No, I am not shutting my drawer more loudly on purpose to wake you up. I’d rather you stay asleep, trust me.
I wish I could say living in tight quarters with female friends is like a slumber party every day, but let’s not kid ourselves.
For the guys, however, it seems like a whole different game plan.
A round of "Halo" followed by an episode of "Family Guy" and life is good.
The way guys seem to bond over sports, video games and food makes me jealous.
The worst thing I could see my guy friends fighting over is who lost the remote control.
Although it can't get much worse, I guess I should just be happy I wasn’t paired with a psycho — like the girl in "The Roommate"
