A case-study in randomly-chosen roommate success
I've filled out my fair share of random-roommate-assignment-surveys in my time. I had a random roommate when I went to a summer magnet-school: Miss Vicky, a beautiful, smart, Vietnamese fashion maven. I had a random roommate at my first college who loved Law & Order and ran very different hours from me. (Do you have any idea how much Law & Order you can watch? It seemed like 6+ hours a day on cable alone.) And I had a random roommate at Oberlin, who turned out to be the best of all of them, and an amazing complement to me.
[Unsolicited advice tangent:
- In my opinion, the most important thing you can do is know who you are. Know what your habits are and what you can and can't deal with when you're living in ONE ROOM with another person. Then express those things clearly and IMMEDIATELY to the person you'll be living with. Yes, it's excruciatingly scary, but I promise you'll be better roommates in the long run as a result. I learned this from experience, as have many others. For example, I am a non-confrontational stress-cleaner who is an early riser and needs at least a half hour of alone-time in the morning and when I get home from my day. Consider important things like potential romantic relationships (with non-roommates! Relationships with roommates are heavily discouraged), which things can be shared and which things cannot, pet peeves, and important medical issues. Know thyself. It's cool and helpful.
- Just because you really like someone does not mean you'll be good roommates. In fact, if you really like someone before you become roommates, it might make you like them less to live with them. I've never expected to become better friends simply by living with someone. I find it's more important to live with someone who fits your living style than to live with someone you want to spend more time with.
- Not everybody was raised the way you were. Acknowledge this and respect it.]
The reason the Oberlin roommate situation worked out so well probably had something to do with Oberlin's roommate survey. As I recall, Oberlin's survey doesn't just ask the essential questions, like whether you are messy or like perfect order, or what hours you wake up and fall asleep. It also asked the all-important questions of what your favorite music was and what music could you NOT STAND. (This is very important at Oberlin. After all, we love music, often listening to it constantly. This could drive a wedge between potential roommates as fast as anything else.) It was a thorough, but not ridiculously long form.
And then I got my roommate assignment during the fateful summer between schools. I can't remember the exact method by which I found this out (it has been four years), but I remember being awfully sure that this was a joke. "Alexandra Anemone" was not the sort of name one expects to find outside of a Disney movie or children's book. Nonetheless, I called the phone number provided.
Turns out that she went by "Sasha" and was also from Virginia. She was a cello student that had fallen prey to wrist problems at her former conservatory, and she was transferring as a chance to study both music and liberal arts. We figured out who would bring the fridge and that the other wasn't a freak, and we waited to meet up in August.
Come the first day of orientation, it turned out that we both also had absurdly practical fathers (who got out of the way of all this dropping-off business ASAP) and mothers insistent on making sure all was taken care of. We settled our things into either side of the divided-double (I had two closets and the door to the hall, and Sasha had the drawers and a door into mine), and started to get to know one another once our mothers eventually departed. It turns out we were living on the transfer hall, where there were many other excellently paired roommates. We became a tight-knit group that semester, and despite becoming involved in our own different activities and friend groups, we were (and many still continue to be) great friends and supports to one another.
Our rooms can give you a pretty good idea of our personalities: mine was filled with books, papers, boxes of useful things, posters of impressionist art, cleaning supplies, and warm clothes and blankets.
Sasha's was covered with neatly organized and brightly colored photos of far-away places and otherwise filled with only the most essential things.
Sasha had traveled many places (her linguist parents, who met over a rare edition of a Russian dictionary, made sure she had lots of adventures), lived in quite a few (New York City, Boston, Williamsburg, and Maine), and was calm, but with a devious sense of humor. I had lived in Virginia my whole life and really liked to be prepared for everything so as to be helpful to anyone and everyone. Sasha wound up being my rock. She kept things in perspective for me when I got stressed, introduced me to nature documentaries, and tried to talk sense into me when I dealt with my first Northern winter.
Sasha wound up majoring in French and taking studio courses (but not majoring) in cello in the Conservatory. She also got involved in a trio of lovely musicians. Now she is making her way in Philly, working in physical therapy. In her words, she's also "Involved/'working' at/playing at/some verb with two urban farms within a MILE of my house (Philly is awesome). Like, I'm selling produce for one of them at an arts fest tomorrow that has a costumed bike derby and a mud pit, if that gives you a good picture of my life." Essentially, Sasha is living the post-Oberlin dream.
I obviously became an RA. In fact, I moved to the room exactly next door the next year, and fostered another set of Oberlin transfers who also had great roommate pairings. Sasha and I didn't become BEST FRIENDS FOREVER AND EVER AND EVER, but we have mutually lovely feelings and awesome memories together. Like when Sasha opened a frozen diet Pepsi in the hall and it exploded.