I'm a college freshman, second semester. I had three groups of friends; two groups that were all freshman, and one group that's a mix of sophomores, juniors, and seniors (where I'm the only freshman). So, housing applications are coming up and I have to choose between these two groups (since we're not allowed to live with upperclassman as sophomores). So, about a month ago I decide I'm going to live with three friends of mine, and with this in mind, my other groups makes their housing arrangements based on the idea that I already have a place to live (you can see where this is going). Well, yesterday I find out that they don't want to live with me. That, because I drink and two of the three of them don't, it would be a bad fit. It makes sense, but now I'm essentially ****ed because they waited until the last minute to tell me because...well as one of them put it... they didn't want to get me mad. Seriously, does that make any sense? I'm starting to get the impression that it's a lot more than just a living situation, and that they don't actually like me at all. I don't really know why I'm typing and posting all of this, but I'm just so pissed at them for not telling me, and at myself for not picking up on it sooner.
Just be like every other student in the history of dormitories and live with whoever campus housing picks for you. And obviously cut back on the drinking, that might have prevented you from reading the room, as it were.
Just a thought, when 3 gay guys are having a threesome, the one in the middle is called, "The Lucky Pierre." Just a thought.
I don't have the stats handy, but more people drink than don't. Why would you waste your college years with a bunch of dudes who don't party? Stop being a p***y, and make new friends.
I was on the other side of the situation, during that time. My roommate would stay out all night (drinking, partying, etc.), then come back and stay up till morning, while I had early classes/exams/presentations the next day. I wrongfully, waited until the day before I moved out, to tell him. In retrospect, yea...just be honest. Don't sweat it, you'll meet new ppl, cut back on the drinking.
They don't like you that's why. Tell them they did you dirty and if they don't care, make new friends and bust somebody up if you have to.
Dude just live by yourself or go pot luck and make new friends. That's what college is about , not hanging with the same people all the time. Sucks they waited to tell you, but you should move forward
That's what I plan on doing. The issue isn't that I lost a few friends- **** happens all the time in college. What I don't understand is why there's this big taboo on being upfront with people. If you don't want to live with me, don't say yes and that back out a month later. Tell me then and there. If you're not friends with me, don't ****ing hang out with me. But don't beat around the bush for half of a semester.
It's hard to avoid dwelling on it, but as soon as you start looking for new roommates or a place you'll forget all about it. Think about they are doing what's best for them now you need to do what's best for you.
I don't know if you've started applying for professional jobs or internships yet but 95% of employers never follow-up with you, for the same reason here: you and your temperament are simply not worth their time or good manners; no incentive to seeing your face, hearing your voice or accommodating your potential sense of hurt, as it just brings up bad memories.
Great advice 99er Call it bobby brown theory. New edition had issues with bobby and he left. He didn't dwell on his leaving the group, he focused on bobby brown. Bobby then had his most productive era of his career
A whole lot of people don't have the courage to be bluntly honest. They will either deliberately lie to your face or avoid saying what needs to be said and hope the situation goes away (even when they know it won't). Some folks just don't have the stomach for confrontation and will avoid it like the plague. It's the way they are programmed. Get used to it because this won't be the last time. I used to despise people like this and thought they were cowards. But after a while, you stop getting angry.
