As the winter is coming to an end, room pick is getting closer and closer.
Seniors will graduate, juniors will become seniors, sophomores will turn into upperclassmen and freshmen become a little more relevant.
The way that room pick works is simple. Seniors go first followed by juniors which is followed by, well you get the point. Freshmen are still at the bottom of the totem pole.
Each class has a lottery if you will. Numbers are given to students in each class as a whole at random. The lowest number being 1, gets the first choice as to where they want to live on campus.
When I was a freshman, I got the highest number and I was absolutely thrilled.
One day later I found out that there was nothing to be excited about.
I had the worst number possible.
If you are a freshman, you are going to have to wait for what seems like an eternity to finally get to choose where you are going to live next year, unless, of course, you decide to live off campus.
The best thing about the lottery system that Cabrini uses is that whoever you are going to room with, whether it be one, two or three other roommates, all of their numbers that they receive are considered when picking a spot to live on campus.
So if I got the worst number but my future roommate got the best number, we would get to pick first.
That always helps me considering how awful my luck is. No really, I have the worst luck ever.
This year I lived with three other people. Two juniors and one senior.
The best part about that is that we get to pick with the senior class since we live with one.
Essentially, our numbers didn’t even matter because we were one class ahead of the rest of the juniors.
Now we “happily” live in the apartment complexes.
We live across from Mike Mullen, have worse service than the Sahara Desert and heating that did not work the first semester.
Room pick did me dirty once again.