Me & The New Roommate...and Courage

It was move in day at the University of Arizona, and like any other freshman, I was anxious to meet her. My mom, my sister, and I carried the luggage up to the second floor-my soon to be new home. Finally I got to my room, and met the new roommate. Within the first couple minutes of meeting her, it became obvious that the two of us were going to have a rocky, interesting, and short lived "friendship." I went into shake her hand, and she instantly pulled away...she informed me that doing so would pass her soul to me. It was clear to me that me and the new roommate might not have that much in common. A couple weeks passed and I began to notice that her boyfriend, Courage, was going to be a frequent visitor. Courage wasn't any normal guest. He was a bull rider who dressed in jeweled hats, and leather cowboy boots. He would stay for days on end, and not to mention, he snored louder than any human being. Unfortunately, one night, my roommate, Courage , and I got to know each other a little bit better. One night, I slept walked into bed with the two of them, and woke up at seven am with the two staring at me, creeped out, and extremely uncomfortable. After this, the three of us didn't talk very much from that point on. Thankfully, I finally was transferred to a new dorm, and had the college roommate I had wanted from the start. Although it was tough saying goodbye to by roommate and new cowboy friend, I had to say farewell.