I think at some point in everyone’s college career we end up hitting that mark where having someone breathing down our back and sharing every inch of our living space leaves you neurotic.
I lived with my best friend of 10 years for the first two years of college. After that point, I couldn’t do it anymore. We were so close but living together just made us insanely up each other’s asses, so to speak. I ended up moving out of that apartment and into a new place where I became friends with brand-spanking-new people whom I now call my best friends. Moral of the story is: I was mature and moved on.
Since I understand what it is like to have a less-than-content living situation, I can sympathize with those who are in my shoes from my sophomore year. However, in my life right now I’m faced with a person who shares my suite, not my room, and who has separated herself from the rest of us in the apartment. She is crying “ignorance,” “disrespect” and “rudeness,” which were only a handful of the false accusations made to the owners of the building which I live in.
Talk about AWKWARD, it only gets better.
Being that this girl had never once approached me or my other suitemates about her complaints against us, we were left completely in the dark. A woman who works in our building received a request from this ridiculous tenant in my suite asking that we all be brought in front of a mediator so she can rant and rave about what we have supposedly done wrong. We responded to the request (and quite pissed off), we attended the meeting only to realize that our crazy suitemate completely bailed out of even attending in the first place.
This led to the manager of the building sitting us down to explain the following: “Your suitemate accused you all of being obnoxious, ignorant, disrespectful and rude…not to mention she said people have sex on the living room couch, drink underage in the apartment, and act like animals.”
Hearing a complete stranger attach all of these false accusations is probably the most upsetting and AWKWARD thing I could have experienced thus far in my life. Left speechless and red in the face, we all defended ourselves and left the office where we had gathered. Being that people talk, everyone who works at the front desk of my building now seems to give me an evil eye when I pass being that they had overheard what I and my friends were accused of having had (not) done.
What is even more AWKWARD is that this suitemate is eligible for defamation of character as well as slander, being that she had an outside source write a letter to complain to the managers of my building about us.
Who really needs all of this in their lives, especially when you are pushing two months left before graduating college? Certainly not me.
Giavanna Ippolito
Philadelphia, Pa
tua04031@temple.edu
