Getting used to roommates, however, is another story. Now, for the mostpart they're fairly nice. I've got five roommates: Abby, Becca, and Kim have their own single rooms (the lucky people, they are), and I'm in a triple room with Leslie and Kishma. Abby and Becca keep to themselves most of the time. I'm starting to like Kim, but I don't see her much.
My issue is mostly with Leslie and Kishma. They're nice people, don't get me wrong. They're fun to be around most of the time, too. Kishma is from somewhere in the Caribbean, I think. She has the accent too, which is pretty cool. I'm not sure where Leslie is from, but she's hispanic and also has an accent.
In the daytime, they're generally alright, with a few exceptions. Kishma doesn't seem to understand the concept of "peace and quiet", and insists on blasting islandy music on an endless loop during every moment that has the potential to be relaxing (HEADPHONES, WOMAN! HEADPHONES!). Leslie laughs a lot and is amused by tiny things. She also goes grocery shopping every other day like it's the most exciting thing she could ever do. I don't think she's ever been left to her own devices before.
At night is when it really gets bad. Right as I'm about to go to sleep, they get hyper. Or worse, while I'm asleep. Last night, they ran rampant around the suite, shouting and taking pictures of their new pajamas. Why, I have no clue, but it was at least 1 AM, and they woke me up doing it. When they realized I'd woken up, they weren't apologetic at all, in fact they got louder. Thankfully my only class today was at 3. But tonight, right as I was about to sleep, Kishma came into the room and started yelling over her cell phone. She wasn't in an argument. She was having a normal conversation about her English class and calculus book, but at the volume of a jet engine. It is now 12:30 and I don't dare go in there at the risk of destroying my eardrums.
I have to wake up at 6:30 for class tomorrow.