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No-one Told Me Life Was Gonna Be This Way.
by guest writer Jennifer Greenberg
[ID: A white woman lays face down on a bed that has white sheets and grey pillows. She is peering at the camera through strands of her long blonde hair that lay over her face.]
by guest writer Jennifer Greenberg.
As the cast of Friends officially confirmed their reunion show, I leafed through the copious roommates I’d had since leaving home. While Joey and Chandler had hit it off by season 1, I had yet to happen upon the same fortune. Sure, I’d traded in a dinner table for a foosball table, and I’d had too many housemates bring home one-night stands. However, I could not hold onto an apartment for more than three months — a semester at most. I could not hold onto a roommate either.
At 20, I left my music studies behind to try my hand at a new curriculum.
“Why not live in the dorms?” my dad insisted. “They’re reasonable, close and include a meal plan.”
“There’s laundry in the building. Plus, I’m sure the pods will be freshly cleaned. I know you like to keep things organized,” she hovered over the four-letter word.
I decided to punt for the full-blown college experience, despite being the only dorm dweller in the province of Ontario old enough to buy alcohol. My…
