“Pray for me. No. Seriously.”
Written by Bwog Staff
Yesterday, Bwog’s Housing Inquisitor, David Hu, collected the reactions of those lucky souls owning the best housing lottery numbers. Today, he’s back with the not-so-lucky.
Bwog: How did you feel when you found out?
Loser Less Fortunate Columbian 1: It was actually funny. I just sat there chuckling at myself asking how that number was even possible.
LFC2: When I found out that I had the ABSOLUTE last number, I had a very weird reaction. I didn’t really care because I set my priorities straight and didn’t give a crap. I think the crappy feelings that might have ensued were overloaded by my happiness at receiving a really good grade in my Arabic quiz earlier that day. I like to think that I have my head on right and worry about more important things….or probably because I have yet to discover how disastrous this might be. Eh, whatever. I might have a chance to room with some Barnard girls who haven’t gotten their lottery numbers (I am reallly, really, rreeeaallllyyyy hoping that works out!). If that didn’t work out, and I have to end up getting the last room, again, whatever, life goes on. I’m from New York, I love going home every weekend, and my parents sure as heck won’t mind giving me my room back!
Bwog: What were your previous plans for housing?
LFC1: I didn’t expect this shitty of a number so my future roommate and I were hoping to live at a Nussbaum or Broadway double. We were hoping for a really good number though so we could live in singles next year too. Oh well…
LFC2: I didn’t have too many expectations, the only thing I really desired was a private bathroom. I absolutely do not want to share a bathroom with a whole floor, I’ve seen the bathrooms in Furnald and John Jay. When bathroom-visiting is anonymous (I know this sounds weird), people don’t care about hygiene or flushing the toilet, but from my experiences in a Carman suite (which I will kinda hate to leave because I had such a nice clean–private!–bathroom), sharing a bathroom with 3 other girls means that we were going to make sure our stuff was clean and not disgusting. Maybe I was just lucky with my suitemates, I have heard some horror stories, but who knows. My momma raised me to keep excellent hygiene, I was match with other girls who shared that concern, and I would really hate to give that up.
Bwog: What are your plans moving forward?
LFC1: I’m probably going to be placed on the wait list so I’m actually pretty happy about the “bad” number. I mean I’m sure I don’t have to live in the Mcbain shaft and just by that alone, I’m happy.
LFC2: I would love for my plans with the Barnard girls to work out. Pray for me. No. Seriously. Hahaha, life goes on really, and like I said, my parents wouldn’t mind giving me my room back, and I love my old room, so if it reallyyyyy comes to commuting, I don’t have a problem with that, but honestly, I’m optimistic that things will work themselves out. Being mad and upset all day isn’t going to reverse time and get me a better number.
Bwog: Anything else you’d like us to know? Vent?
LFC2: I’ll forgive Housing if they give me the best number ever next academic year. Or I’ll just achieve the best revenge in the world, which in my opinion is to forget all about it and move on. Oh yeah, I am going to spurn the Housing God…or not…until then, I love you Housing God! Don’t smite me! Oh wait, you already did you son of a *****.