Roommates, plural? Yes indeedy.
I, Vivi, who can’t bear sleeping in a room with another person in it, am going to be inhabiting a triple located in Room 330, Next House, with my fellow roomies Di and Kelechi.

… Ick. Triple. Triiiiiiiipleeeeeee.
I’m not sure what kind of reverse psychology I accidentally injected into my housing app: I emphatically expressed the fact that I just -can’t sleep- (acute insomnia?) when others are in the room, and reading over the facts about myself that I placed in the 500-words text box doesn’t seem to point to the fact that I enjoy sharing my space; I’m actually rather paranoid about things like room arrangement, have always hated sharing things with others because they usually never give them back, and just dislike not having a private place to call my own. I’m not accusing my future roommates of being potential kleptos, but I guess that’s just that’s the kind of environment I’m used to.
Surprisingly, there are a few people out there who are seemingly disappointed to get singles; how I wish I was in their shoes! I wasn’t even expecting a single, but not even a double? And not in any of my top choices, but in 4th-ranked Next?
Hm. MIT seems like it’s dead set on making sure my optimism is challenged in every way possible before I start classes or even arrive on campus, haha! Well… bring it on, because while my enthusiasm for the tempting arrangements is slowly dwindling, it’s still going to take quite a bit more than -that- to make me extremely pissed off! ;D You want me to prove my adaptability? I’ll show it to ya.
… do I win an award for being the most tolerant pre-frosh yet?



