On Fate, Destiny, and Roommates


Writing Irish | Megan McCormack | November 9, 2015

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Today I would like to officially give my thanks to the University of Notre Dame for their decision to randomize roommate picks.  Today I extend my hand in gratitude to this school for pairing me with the most amazing roommate I could ever ask for.  I would like to take a moment to show my sincerest appreciation the universe for being on my side that fateful summer of 2013, while I anxiously awaited my housing and roommate assignment.  Because two and half years later, my roommate and I are still dominating the game.  And today happens to be my roommate’s twenty-first birthday.

Is this my way of creating a cheap alternative to a birthday present? Maybe.  Is it the thought that counts, as the saying goes?  Absolutely.  Roomie, this one’s for you.

Something brought us together as roommates. Call it fate, destiny, a horse (Tangled anyone?  No?  Ok), God’s will, the universe smiling down on me, pure chance, luck, whatever.  I knew we would be friends the moment I creepily looked at the paraphernalia on my roommate’s newly decorated desk on move-in day and saw that she had brought The Little Mermaid on DVD and CDs by The Black Keys and Vampire Weekend with her.  It was as if the heavens were opening up and angels were whispering in my ear, Behold, we bring you tidings of great joy, for your roommate is literally the coolest ever. Talk about a sublime moment.

And honestly, I don’t know how I got so lucky. I think that I was more nervous about getting my roommate assignment than the actual going-a-thousand-miles-away-to-a-college-where-I-don’t-know-anyone-and-taking-college-classes-thing.  What if we didn’t get along?  What if she thought I was really weird and didn’t like me?  I was paralyzed with visions of Regina George-esque girls sauntering into our newly shared room, but as soon as I saw her head poke around the half-open door and heard her introduce herself, I was assured that I had nothing to worry about.

Turns out I was right; over the next few weeks and months I could not believe how genuinely happy I was with my predetermined roomie. I somehow got paired with a person who enjoys watching Bob Ross and Rick Steves as much as I do.  With someone who agreed the use of “favorite artists” on a roommate questionnaire over Frosh-O weekend was an ambiguous phrase, and that we should probably answer our favorite actual artist, like painter or sculptor type of artist.  I somehow found a roommate that believes as strongly as I do that going to bed before midnight on a regular basis is in fact a truly wonderful experience.  I don’t want to get all philosophical and existential over here, but was our meeting really just a random occurrence in the history of time?  Like I said: angels.  Speaking to me.  In the voice of a Disney movie and indie artists.

To top it all off, I’m 99% sure I got the better end of this deal. My roommate actually knew people freshman year and could introduce me around to her friends and acquaintances.  I mostly just sat in our room and tried to restrain myself from going to ABP every hour of the day to eat pumpkin muffins.  (Side note: why did ABP discontinue making pumpkin muffins after Fall 2013??  It’s downright shameful business on their part.)  Over fall break last year, she gave me food and shelter in her lovely home, preventing me from being sad and homeless.  I owe her a lot.

My time with my wonderful, beautiful roomie is coming perilously close to an end; this is our last semester together. I don’t know how I’m going to live with someone else after two and half years together, but I suppose I’ll have to try to make it somehow.  I guess what I’m trying to say is that I hope you have the most amazing 21st birthday of them all, and thank you for everything.  Also, sorry for always being in the room.  Since freshman year.  I should probably work on that.