I’m new to a college I currently go to. At first, my major was very confusing. Not the manor itself, but rather choosing one. Since I’ve always enjoyed music, but especially metal, grunge and gothic, I decided to why not get into a music major. So far, it’s been good for me.

originally, I was alone in my dorm. The dorm is actually pretty big, basically like an apartment. A mini hallway for another area and everything. And while living alone, my mother would visit and sometimes my father when he isn’t busy. My mom would and still gives me home cooked meals, especially pho. I love pho. Like, a lot, especially with lots of chili oil. But, one day, I had got told that I’m no longer going to be living alone. To say that my heart dropped would be a lie, and also somehow an understatement. It was mixed. I was hoping (you) my roommate would not be loud or disrespectful. Especially with my mother, shed lecture anyone and everyone who bothers me, including when they live with me and she doesn’t even know them.

when you first came, I advised my mom to come come for the first five weeks, we actually got along much better than I originally had thought! But now this means my mom will bath in at any time not only to meet you but to give me my home made meals. One day, I’m on lunch break, but I don’t know what to cook, you’re in your room, also on break. I stand in the kitchen, “should I go get you or should I just leave you alone?” I think to myself, still standing there.