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Supposedly, the world revolves around her and her problems, whereby everyone should drop their current tasks in order to resolve her paramount issues. "vain people." High shrieks of laughter, southern accent, continuous phoning, multiple pairs of shoes of the same style but in every possible color, no sense of "quiet," indignancy, narrow-mindedness, unrealistic sense of self-worth, overly dramatic, and lack of courtesy pretty much describes the aura she exudes. My new roommate, who ironically has the same first name as my former roommate, is one of those. My attempts were often reciprocated with a shrug, glare, or silence.Ĭome the end of November, I simply couldn't accept that environment anymore, so I filed for a room-change. It's not that I didn't make an effort to be her friend, either. She had to ruin the little time I had with her erratic behavior. I had a hectic schedule that fall semester with rowing/weight training from 5:30 - 8:30am, 9 - 3:30pm classes, and 5 - 9pm rowing practice, leaving little time for a nice sleep. She always chose to either scream on the phone, watch TV, or invite friends over (sometimes all at once) when I'm in bed.
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The room was always filled with a cloud of alcohol and tobacco scent because she can't rid herself of her repugnant addiction. 90% of her conversations incorporated some form of expletive, items were catapulted against the dormroom wall to express her frustration, tears were shed and conflicts were sprung when her mother couldn't answer a proposed question. "angry people," as if the entire universe is somehow indebted to her and must yield to her every demand. Not only did I not become friends with my assigned roommate, I actually developed a fear for her. I potlucked for a roommate my sophmore year of college hoping to expand my social circle, I suppose. It seems as though Lady Luck has not been on my side as far as randomly selecting a roommate goes. Perhaps it's Karma, maybe I'm whiney, or, possibly, I lack the patience and empathy I used to possess - I don't know. The warrant for today's entry, however, isn't to spiel about futile terminologies instead, a rant on other matters is in order. Each exam covers roughly 1000 terms, yet, there are only 45 questions on the entire exam, meaning the other 955 words, (their descriptions, significances, repercussions, etc.) that I spent hours of my time memorizing and understanding were basically a waste of my time. The course itself isn't too demanding, however, the exams are abhorrent. It is approximately 2:30am currently, and I just finished studying for tomorrow morning's Medical and Scientific Terminology exam.