So everyone is filing off of campus for Thanksgiving break all grateful for the end of the trimester and I’m still here with two of my three roommates and like eight of the original fifty people that live on my floor. We just redid the room and have an outrageous amount of floor space and a boatload of red cups. Do you know what this translates to? A Beer Pong Social. Even though I suck at pong, I’m awfully good at socializing and will lure everyone into my room so that no one feels lonely tonight. As for tomorrow? Everyone will be on their own because I’m going to Massachusetts to spend the week with Brad’s family. His mother even asked me what would make me feel more at home during Thanksgiving and without hesitation I requested apple pie. She told me today that she already had it made so now I’m more than excited to have Mrs. Cunio pick me up. 

As for the roommate trouble, no one panic because everything has been resolved. I’d still like to change to a double, but the grass isn’t always greener and I don’t want to be stuck with a roommate that does voodoo and was raised by a racist family (although that would be a worst-case scenario).