Maybe you should wait until you meet your roommates before bitching about them?(I couldn’t tell in your post, but it looks like you don’t know who they are yet). For all you know, they could be very nice and you could have a great year with them. I dreaded moving in with people I didn’t know in college, but for the most part, I had great roommates who were pretty respectful of me and vice versa - especially my sophomore year roommate who I’d never met until I moved into the room (junior and senior years, I lived with friends). Give them a chance before condemning them.
Otherwise, you might want to spend a lot of time at the library.
What color schemes are you considering? I hear Bed Bath and Beyond is having a sale. Maybe the three of you could shop together and afterwords, stop by Starbucks for some relaxing small talk. Get their email addresses. You could read the same books over the summer and then spend some of your leisure time doing a book study together in the fall.
just kidding.
Now I know you are hating me too. By the way, do you like being the way you have described yourself? Doesn’t it suck to hate people since people are everywhere? Don’t people sometimes help you in some way? Why have you made this choice? Just curious.
So how have I managed to misinterpret that you have one damned obnoxious attitude?
Read your own post again, and see if you can come up with any other conclusion.
I understand that student housing is poxy, but if it shits you so much, go get some private accomodation and pay the price. Or perhaps you could do some counselling to find out what the fuck is wrong with your attitude that causes you to be such a dickwad.
punha, perhaps if you were to remove your head from your ass so that you could focus your eyes on the screen rather than your rectal cavity, you would know why I was in the housing draw. I need a place to live. You can’t CHOOSE where you want to live, otherwise nobody would be stuck in triples. There is a housing lottery. Students are assigned randomly generated numbers which determind where they are to live. The only alternative to the housing lottery/draw/whatever this place calls it is NOT living on campus. Again, I would like to direct your aways away from your rectal cavity and back to my post. I live in Palo Alto. I don’t know if you know much about this little forest that was (not completely) torn down to build a town, but a studio will seriously run ya $1,000+/month. If I am to afford to live anywhere near campus, I’d be coughing up an assload of money and working all the time. I’m a full time student, I’m on financial aid, I can’t afford to live off campus. In fact, nobody can. Essentially all Stanford undergraduates live on campus. Somewhere around 95%. Of those other 5, most are abroad. See how this works?
Zenster, shushies. I get plenty of sunlight. I love the beach. I’m going to SoCal this summer. Yay. But that’s beside the point. The point is shush. I’m perfectly fine with my social life. I know all the people I need to know, I like all the people I need to like, all the people I want to like me do, plus a coupla others. How did this become a discussion about my social life and how I feel about most people? Oh, were you all distracted by the hyperbole that I SAID was hyperbole in stating that I hate all people? Christ, this post is about this piece of shit school screwing me out of good housing every year and my being pissed off about it.
's the reason I never lived on campus, MOL. After rooming overnight with a guy who didn’t bathe, I swore it off completely. I’ll just step aside this huge self-righteous pile-on, thank you.
Honestly I agree with her. I don’t like people. We’re obnoxious foul creatures for the most part. I can get along when I have to. But I’d just, rather, not have to deal with it. So being stuck with something you didn’t expect, can be quite frustrating. But, you are stuck with it, so my best advice (not that you were looking for any) would be to just accept it. I mean, what can you do? If you have no other options, then the anger and frustration is pointless. Good luck.
God damn it, I’m going to explain this ONE more time. Just once. Pay close attention.
Derleth
Deal.
avabeth
I’m not bitching about my roommates, it’s more like I’m bitching about having to live with so many of them in such a small space. There is ONE bedroom for three people. That’s going to blow. I wouldn’t even like to live like that with two of my closest friends. It’s that whole personal space thing, or lack thereof, that’s grating my nerves. 'Specially since this damn place keeps bending me over and fucking me. I hope to Jiminy that they aren’t evil bitches like the people I got for 2 other years. Even if they are the sweetest peas on God’s green planet, I would sooooo rather not live in 2 cubic cm with them for the whole year.
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Don’t hate ya. Yeah, I love me. kamfuckta called me narcisstic. Heh, that’s funny. Ehh, maybe, but whatever. Back to the issue which is you thinking I hate people because they’re everywhere. Not true, I see people all the time and I don’t think anything. They’re people. Meh. I don’t really like total stangers walking up and down the street (don’t really know them TO like them), but I don’t have anything against them either. What would royally ruffle my fucking feathers is having to live with those people in soda can while other people live in their nice little suites and I’m getting fucked every damn year.
kambucta, I’ve explained myself enough to you already. I don’t feel like doing it again.
Jesus Christ, how many times does she have to say that the only alternative to the housing lottery is to cough up an insane amount of money that she doesn’t have for an apartment in one the most expensive areas of the USA?
Oh, forgot to mention. To me, it helps to laugh at it. But I am slightly (ok, a wee bit more than slightly) sadistic, and find the horrible situations I land in amusing. Just a suggestion.
THANK YOU, melandry. What the fuck is wrong with people? punha are you just pretending to have serious reading comprehension problems or are you really that thick? Read carefully. YOU HAVE TO ENTER THE FUCKING HOUSING LOTTERY, YOU MORON. The housing lottery determines where you live. If you do not enter, you’re not living anywhere. Being homeless would suck. I was praying for my own room. I thought I was going to get one too, since the dorm I got assigned to has plenty of them. SOME people get them. Other people get fucked up the ass with no lube. Guess which group I belong to.
Oh, we are so cute when we try to flame, aren’t we! There’s a little dear! ::pinches her cheeks:: Now, aside from the fact that your rant started off much like my entire first post was (i.e. all caps, not well organized, and generally a pain), it’s really kinda difficult to figure out what the fuck you think at all, since you say “YA! I HATE PEOPLE I WISH THEY WOULD DIE FUCKER!!! OK NOT REALLY BUT STILL!!!” only not in so many words. Or, kinda what kambuckta. Reexamine your own head’s placement before you go telling me mine isn’t to your liking.
See, funny thing about that. After the first year where I used to go to college (and even first year, technically), you could, to a point, choose where you wanted to live. So when I hear
That’s what I think. Perhaps if you had specified this in your rant (i.e. talked about more than just how utterly horrid your situation is … before you even get there), you might draw more sympathy from the fact-checking crowd. “Hmm, did she mention that the lottery pays no attention to such things as upperclass status? Nope? Then it otherwise sounds like the one I went through twice.”
Specifically how far is this college from where your family lives? Are they forcing you to live at school? Is one of the three non-family human beings on the entire face of the earth you haven’t alienated with your “I HATE ALL PEOPLE!!!” attitude not willing to split one with you or help you out in some way?
Oh, I guess I’ll be the first. I give the rant a 2.3. It started off poorly, the excessive use of hyperbole didn’t impress the German or Russian judges, the large “wait for it” gap just postponed the obvious, which left a sour taste in mouths of the Aussie and Canadian judges, and the French one got piss-tired of seeing your whiny ass whipping the hamsters to produce all that drek. And lastly, you’ve condemned the entire situation before it has even begun. The Hungarian judge and the Egyptian judge just shook their heads at that one.
MeanOldLady, I just wanted to add that I feel for you. It sounds like Stanford’s housing lottery is a lot more random than my school’s (but it’s probably bigger, is why); there you got a random number but then (here’s where you see the small part) we all lined up in that numerical order to file into an office and pick a specific room based on maps of all available campus housing. So you didn’t unexpectedly get assigned crappy housing even with a great number.
Can you talk to the housing office and ask them to put you on a waiting list for something different, like a single? It’s not guaranteed, but it might help alleviate your anger to do something about what’s bothering you.
Gotcha. I understand the personal space thing, believe me. One thing that helped me was to sit down with my roommates and set up the ground rules from the very beginning - I’m in bed by this time, this bothers me, I need x amount of time to study a day, etc. It won’t help with the space issues, but it might make the room a bit more pleasant from the beginning. And who knows - you might get roommates that are gone all the time.
When are you eligible to apply for a single? When I was in the dorm, we could apply as juniors and seniors, although it wasn’t guaranteed. I’m sure you’ve already thought of that, but hopefully, that’s an option for you in the future. And another suggestion - have you tried looking for a room in a private house? It’d probably cost you a lot less than an apartment, and you’d have more privacy. Just a thought.
Why do people always wanna pinch my cheeks? I understand that they’re totally fucking grabbable, but stop. Please. Old ladies in church have given me a complex about my cheeks being touched. Don’t pinch them again. Ever. Moving along, preference IS given by seniority which is why I’m REALLY ticked. Okay, imagine this.
You were assigned to hell twice in a row. Third year you see your lottery number and click your heels. YES! I have a shot in hell at getting a single! You’re then assigned to a kick ass dorm full of 'em! YAY! Everything’s going your way. This dorm has 5 triples, but what are the odds of you actually getting one? And then … it happens. FUCK! NO! NOT AGAIN! NOOOO!!!
My family lives in Los Angeles. L.A. is roughly 400 miles from Palo Alto. That’s one heck of a commute.
I don’t think this pile-on is necessary. I feel for her, although I was lucky to get a good roommate my first year. I knew many who were extremely unhappy with theirs. Many people get on my nerves too, and based on your descriptions of those girls, I don’t think I would like them either. But try to live it out since you have to and try to find something redeeming in them. Of course, you could always offer to switch rooms with one of their friends.
I don’t blame you for not wanting to live with three people in a small area. Maybe something else will come up. Would it be helpful to talk with housing? The Resident Assistants had a great deal when I was in college…decades ago. Why not look into that possibility? They had private rooms.
Maybe your roommates will be not there a lot. I had a roommate that basically lived with her boyfriend off campus. I loved having the place to myself.
Things to remember:
As a successful professional, you will not be forced to live with a roommate. Hang in there. The end is near.
You can do anything for a few / several months.
It does suck to be screwed over on housing assignments every freaking year. However, at least you are not on a submarine. Ha. Have you ever toured one of those? Hell, the officer’s quarters are about the size of a shoe box.
I would trade places with you in a heartbeat. I wish I could be a college student with my entire life ahead of me. You are in a great spot, doing something grand. Enjoy every second of it. When you are in your forties, you will look back on your college years and smile.
Amen.
I dislike people too, to an extent. But my anger at other people does NOT limit my ability to know how many !!! are too much.
I understand that you aren’t happy with your lottery… but tone it down. You make it sound like everyone is purposely trying to Fuck you. I’m sure they don’t mean to do it on purpose.
Some people are stupid. You have to live with that. EVERYONE has to live with that. The world is full of stupid people. Some of us jsut have to put up with more of them then others. But I would like to say that having dealt with an unusually large amount of stupid people, I have somehow gained the ability to not hold thier actions against the rest of the world.
So, perhaps you should have said “I hate stupid people” or maybe even “I hate the stupid people that I live with”… would have saved yourself a flame or two…
People actually live in Los Angeles? I thought that was just an urban myth.
Hmph.
Anyway, although I find the whinging a bit on the annoying side, I can certainly understand your anger at the housing situation. One year in a dorm was enough for me, and then it was apartment time. After two years in an apartment with three other girls but with my own bedroom, I got my own place. In order to travel abroad, I’ve regressed back to sharing a place with two people, and it sucks hermaphroditic cock. I can’t wait to get my own place again. Two months and counting.
Old ladies in church have given me a complex about my cheeks being touched. Don’t pinch them again. Ever. Moving along, preference IS given by seniority which is why I’m REALLY ticked. Okay, imagine this.