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What Living with 4 Girls has Taught Me

What Living with 4 Girls has Taught Me

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This year, four of my best friends and I were lucky enough to live in Georgetown, an upperclassman residence hall. Scoring the last apartment in Georgetown turned out to be a pretty sweet deal. With three bedrooms, two bathrooms, a kitchen, and a living room, the five of us couldn’t have been happier. Now, when you throw five girls into a living space they tend to hit certain highs and lows–we were no exception. Here’s what I learned this semester:

1. Every night is girl’s night. No matter what we were up to–cooking dinner, movie night, studying–I was always got to spend time with my best friends. Which meant there was always a chance for a Taylor Swift jam session to ensue.

2. Washing the dishes is everyone’s least favorite chore. Turns out when five people share a kitchen, dishes pile up pretty quickly. And the five of us all really despised washing the dishes. After a few roomie meetings and some sticky note reminders we’ve been able to keep the dishes under control…for the most part

3. My closet expanded x4. I don’t have a sister so I never had the chance to share clothes with anyone growing up. This year I was blessed with four more closets–all belonging to girls who were willing to share.

4. Someone’s always waiting with a hug if you need it. There are certain days when you really just need a hug. Because I lived with four girls that love me, I could always count on a hug to brighten my day.

5. Confrontation is uncomfortable. Like I said, we had our lows and in that I found out that every single one of us hates confrontation, no matter how we went about it. But I think it’s fair to say that we each learned it was completely necessary to keep a peaceful home.

6. I couldn’t love our dysfunctional family more. These four girls seriously mean the world to me. I am so grateful that I got to live with them this semester. When I go abroad next semester I’ll miss laughing all night, eating pints of Ben & Jerry’s, singing at the top of our lungs, crying when we missed our moms or when class was too hard, calling Georgetown home, and living with these four incredible women.

Nacho Crepe Night

Nacho Crepe Night

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I’m pretty sure we’ve all heard the cheesy (yes, I went there) joke:

Q: What do you call cheese that isn’t yours?

A: Nacho Cheese!

Inspired by the above joke, a few nights ago, my friends and I took a much needed study break and had “nacho crepe night.”  I made the long trek from Fordham to Georgetown (see my upcoming post on factoring wind resistance into your estimates of time it takes to get across campus), to find my friend Scott in the kitchen with this:

Yes, this is a cookie sheet covered in nachos.

They were just as delicious as they looked. They were especially tasty for someone like me, who can barely cook and found out only last year that she had been making Kraft Easy Mac wrong her whole life. Even though one of the best parts about living in upperclassman dorms is having your own kitchen, I rarely take advantage of mine.

But as if those nachos weren’t enough, our friend Mallory made us these:

I'd just like to point out that this was made in a dorm room.

It was unreal. I haven’t feasted that much and that well in a very long time.

I think the moral of this story is that a) nachos are delicious; b) crepes are delicious; and c) nachos AND crepes are indescribably delicious. It’s also a reminder to take advantage of the amenities provided to us, because even Simpson Dining and ramen can get tiring after a while.