Its been, what three weeks since I first lugged my suitcases up into my dorm room on campus. Oh I still remember the aqumilating stress of being dropped into a fucking filthy room in a strange new country. But I won't bore me with diving into retrospective whining about the state of the place. It was grosse, now its less grosse, let's leave it with that.
I also have a room mate, let's call her London, because one; that's where she's from, and two; seeing as 80% of the students here haven't ever seen an European (except in photos) and find her accent to be like the coolest invention since, I don't know, weed! Oh, my favourite question to poor London (so far) is "have you met the Queen?" She's from England so surly she must have, serioiusly...
I also have three, no wait, four other room/flatmates (although I might as well just have had three, but we'll get to that). Two Latinas, one rather ADD photo major and a Korean who hardly comes out of her room except to pee on the toilet ring (or so I'm told)
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