One more down

Another member of my Master's cohort successfully defended her thesis yesterday. I was really happy to see her defend, both because she's a good friend (we were roommates for the two years of our Master's program) and because our approaches are somewhat similar and it provides me with hope that I too will finish soon. Her defense also meant that we got to spend the weekend hanging out, which was fantastic. We did a fairly good job of recapturing our past by staying in Sunday night, ordering in Chinese food, and eating while watching "Alias."

I was counting up and realized that I've had twenty-two roommates since I started university. I don't know how that compares to the average, but it seems like quite a few to me. The amazing thing is that out of all of them, there was only one that I really didn't like living with. The guy himself was okay to hang out with, but he was utterly incapable of cleaning up after himself. Frankly, however, on the roommate-from-hell scale, even he wasn't that bad. I seem to have been pretty lucky so far.