This was it, you finally made it to college! You think as you unpack your belongings from your car and walk towards your new dorm room. As you reach your dorm room your mind floods with fantasies of who your roommate could possibly be. You wonder how smart they’ll be, what academics they study, even down to how they’ll decorate their room. Eventually you work up the courage and around the door handle, your expectations through the roof. But when you open the door you feel them plummet and crash. You’re bombarded by loud music and blinding LED lights. There’s clothes scattered around the wood floor, with baseball posters covering the walls on your roommate side of the room. You struggle to hold back your displeased look before you were interrupted.

“Hey, you my new roommate? Sick!”

A girls voice rang from the corner of the room. She was leaning against the bed while she ignored the person she was talking to on the phone. She was still in her dirty baseball uniform, with her blond hair tied back as she walked over to greet you.