Hi! I’m Charlie. I stood smiling at my new roommate. Hey, I’m Jen. She looked just as uncomfortable yet eager as I was. Moving to New York for school was a big enough change from the small town I was from in California, yet getting a psycho roommate would make the experience a whole lot worse. Luckily for me this girl looked quite normal, and at NYU finding a normal human is a hot commodity let me tell you. I had clearly already stalked her on The Book (what I like to call Facebook) and counted her to be normal since she was cute, had good style, cool-looking friends, definitely went out (drank alcohol for that matter), and overall just looked normal. WIN.
Surviving the first couple weeks of college was a successful feeling. I actually was becoming quite comfortable with Jen. She was chill and we clicked really well. We had started to hang out with two other girls who lived on our floor, Victoria and Charlotte, both from France. For some reason we had really began to attract these international friends but I was not complaining as all of their guy friends would literally drop two grand on tables at OneOak and the like. I mean, $2000? Really. On the other hand, I was trying to just keep up. In a short 3 weeks I had already blown through 600$ of my savings. I mean to some that does not seem to qualify as big spending, but to me I was literally acting as though I was a high-roller. What a joke. I had gotten like nothing legit out of it too, mostly just me getting WAY too shitfaced, and a bunch of stupid clothes from F21 I will be over in 2 weeks. My parents were already pissed at me because I had started to slightly complain about money, "But why do I need to pay for these fall sweaters?" "Because that's what your savings are for Charlie. Do not tell me you have already gone through all of that." Typical.
