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-6 posts tagged "roommates"
Rose Androwich | Monday, November 8, 2021
Dorm life is a big aspect of college especially at schools like Notre Dame, Saint Mary’s and Holy Cross, with both Notre Dame and Saint Mary’s having a residency requirement on campus, to ensure the full college experience for the students. But yet the roommate experience has a great deal of power to make or
Letter to the Editor | Wednesday, September 2, 2020
Notre Dame’s announcement to let students attend football games was one that I looked at with cautious optimism, the same way I’ve looked at most campus announcements over the last few weeks. Optimistic because it meant I could go to the games, cautious because I knew there must be a catch. “Students will only be
Johannah Ward | Tuesday, January 28, 2020
During senior year of high school as we all were preparing for college, I remember one of the biggest pieces of advice floating around was to never room with your best friend. For plenty of people, I am sure this advice is necessary. Being roommates with your best friend can be a shock to the
Julianna McKenna | Tuesday, December 3, 2019
Walking into my junior year of college, I was prepared to face a lot. I expected to be busy all the time. I expected to be working harder than ever. I expected to be networking, trying to find internships and attempting to maintain some semblance of a social life. What I didn’t expect was the
Sara Schlecht | Wednesday, September 18, 2019
The clock shows 2:30 a.m., and my roommate Maria (the inside column queen) says “Good night, sweethearts” to the room. She then pauses just long enough for me to fall into a blissful almost-but-not-quite sleep. “Sara, call us a term of endearment.” In my exhausted state, I struggle to process her request. “Good night …”
Mike Donovan | Friday, February 16, 2018
It is morning. First, I’m asleep. Like most people, I begin my day in bed, asleep. Then, an alarm goes off. I still sleep. Chris (my roommate) throws a pillow. The aforementioned pillow makes contact with my face. I wake up. Following my awakening (in the least metaphorical sense), I brush my teeth. I do