Coleman Molnar– Editor-In-Chief: Ω
If you’ve ever chipped week-old, hardened rice out of the bottom of a pot that wasn’t yours, you likely know what it’s like to have a roommate.
For most students, living with other people is part of the university
experience. Monetary corners need to be cut wherever possible—they don’t call us starving students for nothing—and sharing a house,
apartment or dorm room is usually much cheaper than living alone.
Unless you’re one of the lucky locals who still lives with the original
roommates (aka the parents), then you’ve probably learned first hand
that it isn’t always like it was for the cast of Friends. Or maybe I
missed “The one where Joey leaves a skid mark in the toilet and Chandler is late with the rent.”
I happen to be extremely lucky with my current living partner: she
cooks and cleans more than her share and never leaves too much hair on
the shower wall. She is too good to me and I try to let her know this by always keeping the fridge stocked with beer and a large box of communal popcorn in the cupboard. But I haven’t always been so fortunate.
I remember a time when it felt like I was the only one buying groceries, a time when there were never more than two measly sheets of
toilet paper hanging from the brown cardboard cylinder beside the toilet, a time when taking out the garbage meant moving it from under the kitchen sink to beside to fridge and recycling meant using the same paper plate meal after meal.
These types of dysfunctional living arrangements make coming home something to dread and when issues build up, relationships can be tried.
A roommate should be a friend. And like a friend they should be
considerate and respectful of your space. It’s unfortunate when silly
things like dirty dishes and stolen leftovers come between friends, but trust me, they can.
As we all know, landlords love to keep students’ damage deposits, so when it comes time to move out, roommates have got to pull together as a team for that one last deep clean.
And when it comes time to get back that $250 cheque back, whomever put that hole in the living room wall while wrestling at 2 a.m. on a Saturday night should fess up to the owner. But that doesn’t always happen.
So if you’re planning on living with someone, remember: do your dishes and pick up after yourself.
And if you must eat those last two pieces of pizza, for crying out loud, don’t leave the crusts in the box in the fridge. That’s just plain rude.
Sharing the grocery bill,