Roommates: Can't live with 'em, Can't Kill 'em.

It's been bad from the beginning and I knew it was only going to get worse. For those who do not know about my living adventures off-campus, I shall fill you in. First of all, I live with 3 African American girls. I did not know any of them, they were just chosen randomly. Two of these girls are some of the sweetest and most respectful women I have ever met. And then there's the third. The third, who doesn't believe in the dishwasher, yet doesn't wash her dishes. The third, who doesn't taken any responsibility for the apartment. The same night we assigned shelves she proceeds to get pissy with me because I wanted her to move her stuff that night. And last night, she and her friends are at the dining room table, which is directly across from my room, studying till 2 A.M. Loudly.

I'm not a racial person. I don't care what color a person is. If they respect me, I'll respect them. But the fact that the two good girls have referred to this third roommate as "ghetto," I can easily see where the class differences begin and end. The whole situation bothers me profusely.