Something weird is going on with the moon, or some magnetic force, or something. Maybe us lodgemates have lived together for too long (never!! I love my roomies!!).
But there were 5, then 4, then 3, then 2, aaaaand, now 1. What gives? Screw new spring romances!
To make this post valid and worthwhile, not just petty updates on our personal lives, I'll talk about... housing!
We're all gearing up to find housing for next year, which is always a fun game. Sarcasm. It's not too terrible, but it's a little bit a paradox of choice, with so many appealing options (or, if you're like me, a room is a room is a room). It's also a lot of "where do you want to eat" symptom, as I call it. No one's decisive enough to have a preference, no one wants to say who they really want to live with or really don't want to live with. Everyone's kinda fine with "where ever you want to eat", but that's a total lie. But luckily, it gets figured out (we've been bringing it up since the fall, but no solutions have been found). So now we're thinking of blocking (trying to get a large number of rooms before the housing lottery, where it's every man for himself) for Wharton, which is known as one of the nicest dorms on campus, although frankly its personality never really appealed to me.
I don't know if choosing dorms is like choosing a college, but each place has their pros and cons, their work environment, their social life, the physical environment and commute, the dorm-mates... It's a little bit of a microcosm of the college search. But fortunately, you're supposed to pick based on where your friends are going. So get a group together, do groupthink, and you eventually pick a place. Without any admission essays. But you still have to get in.