My parents helped me transport my stuff to the dorms after I was issued a key and mailbox number. I wondered what my roommates would turn out to be like and whether or not classes would be difficult. When move-in day arrived, I was both nervous and excited at the same time. I am a pretty masculine guy, and most people assume I'm straight unless I tell them otherwise, so I'm not bad at camouflaging myself if I need to. Throughout high school, I had always known that I was attracted to guys rather than girls, but I had never told anyone for fear of being caught. I am about 5'10'', average built white guy, brown hair and green eyes. I guess my roommates all thought something similar, because no one called me either.īy the way, I consider myself an average student, transitioning between high school and college, except that I'm gay. Anyways, I elected not to call any of the people on my list, figuring we would just work things out during the first week. And of course, I was one of the lucky ones chosen to be crammed into the triple bedroom.
Three people were assigned to live in one bedroom, while two people were assigned to the second one. It had two bedrooms, a bathroom, and a kitchen/living room area for everyone to share. Apparently the university was hard up for freshman housing because the dorm they stuck me in was a converted upperclassman dorm, which was styled like an apartment. I have to say I was a little shocked when I saw four names besides my own on the list, because everything I had read about the school's housing for freshman said that residents were grouped two to a room. Over the summer before my freshman year, the university had sent me a paper listing the names and phone numbers of my future roommates. Meeting my roommates in the dorm was a total surprise.