Upon leaving our dorm, we discovered that every building had power except ours. We then decided to make the trek to the library to charge our laptops because we heard the library still had power. Since we had just moved in, we didn’t know where anything was, so we stumbled around in the dark crashing into our beds and the piles of things we had yet to put away. They didn’t come back on for seven hours, not until long after we were all asleep. Our first week of classes, just after sunset on a Wednesday night, the lights went out.
She hates me, I remember thinking.īefore I continue with the story, I just want to explain something to you: our freshman year has been a string of disasters. I have a vivid memory of the first time I met one of my roommates - she gave this tiny wave as she was moving in, we awkwardly introduced ourselves, and she closed the door to begin unpacking. I had never shared a room or lived with people my age before, and understandably, I was nervous. Upon arriving at college, I wasn’t so sure about how I felt living with a roommate - or, in my case, three roommates.
