Residence Assignment: All Girls

When I first started sending out university applications, I felt that the world was my oyster; not only would I be moving away from my hometown of Toronto, but I would also be leaving my parents, younger – very annoying – brother, two cats, dog, and a cramped, ever changing home. I was ecstatic about living on my own in a new environment, and thought any change would be an improvement.

I was accepted into my dream university, the perfect distance away from Toronto. Close enough for my parents to drive me back after holidays, and far enough to use it as an excuse for my few, and far between, visits. My excitement grew as I chose courses, paid deposit fees, and filled out a residence form. I wanted a single room in a co-ed building on the main campus, for I felt that it would give me my privacy without being too far from other students, I did not care which building I got, I would be just fine wherever I was placed as long as there was a good mix of students I could interact with and get to know.

Residence assignment day finally came… would I get a sink in my room? A shared bathroom?  Direct access to one of the university’s cafeterias? I stopped asking questions when I saw my building, it popped off the page, and I swore I heard evil cackling coming from my speakers – “All-Girls, Double”. I tried to keep my composure as I told my mom and dad, but I was beyond upset. I had heard horror stories of the cattiness, the jealousy, the implied segregation, even the cleanliness of all-girls residences from upper-year students and I was terrified.

Move-in day was relatively uneventful, I met my roommate and although we had very different personalities, there was no evident clash. I started to feel pretty confident that I would be okay in an all-girls residence, but by the fourth night disaster reared its ugly head. The girls down the hall were screaming at each other through tears, they were not getting along and they parted ways into new single rooms. That night, I knew it would be a very long year.

What I didn’t expect was meeting my soon-to-be best friend away from home, she wasn’t my roommate (we have since drifted apart), but she was in the same program as I and we got along great.

Do you want to know what all-girls really means? I’ll tell you. It means we have the nicest dons (cookies were baked, presents were given), the fewest fire alarms, clean bathrooms, and quiet nights to study.

There is certainly something to be said about coming home from a loud party to a quiet, warm residence room – and I will never resent my residence experience.

Contributor: Uschi E.
Age: 4th year University Student
School: Queen's University at Kingston

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Tamsmaj wrote:	Longboarder is an idiot Posted on Mar 22, 2012 at 10:43
longboarder wrote:	mm good Posted on Mar 22, 2012 at 10:43

 

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