Rose+Holland

Journal #1 It was August 23, possibly the hottest day of the year, and it was move-in day for Alma College freshman. I was feeling nervous and a bit shy about meeting new people, but was more occupied with hauling all of my luggage up to the third floor of Newberry Hall. When I got up to my room it was empty, but it was only a matter of time before my roomate would arrive with all of her luggage. I hadn't really had much contact with her, just a couple of brief e-mails and one short phone call. She seemed very nice on the phone; for one thing she didn't have an obnoxious voice so I knew that I wouldn't have that bugging me all day and night. She also mentioned that she loved to wear heels and dress up a lot. The overall impression I got of her was that she was a girly-girl. As this as all going through my mind I began to unpack my belongings when I saw enter the room from the corner of my eye. I turned around and instead of seeing an abundance of pink and an expensive purse, I saw heavy dark eye make-up, a metal band t-shirt, and tattered black and white converses; just like mine. I wasn't really sure what to think at first, maybe I was going to be struck with a girl who was going to blast screamo music and was going to bring back guys covered in tattoos and piercings. We greeted each other and went about unpacking our things, occasionally making small talk. Then she started to to pull out her wall posters and I noticed that she had some of bands and movies that I really enjoyed as well. Maybe we would have something in common after all. We started to talk about them, and kept finding more and more common interests with each other. After one week had gone by, we had barely been apart from each other, and after the first term of college had gone by, I couldn't imagine not having her as a roomate and very close friend.