Get Rid of The Roomie
Midterms are still weeks away, and
already you can’t stand your roommate.
Being forced to share such small
quarters as a dorm room with another
person can take its toll on one’s sanity.
Perhaps you got a random roommate,
and the two of you just never clicked, or
maybe you chose to room with a friend,
only to find that spending every waking
moment with her is a nightmare.
You want to do a housing swap, but
you’re settled into your room. Problem
is, so is she. The gauntlet has been
thrown; how do you make her move out?

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