Sophomore year I lived in College Hall South (CHS), one of the new buildings that went up. The class of 2017 (that’s my class) was the first to get to live in there so we got the untouched, unsoiled, fresh haven. We also got the unfixed glitches (fire alarms for days mehn -_-) but still CHS was awesome. I had the best roomie- her name is Maimuna. Maimuna is a hijabi- a muslim woman who covers her hair. A lot of people were actually kinda shocked that I chose to room with her. They assumed I’d have issues with her because of our different religions. It was a time in Nigeria when there were a lot of extremist Islamic terrorists attacks and people were being cautious and a little prejudiced so they had concerns about me rooming with an
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My parents were cool with it and I was cool with it and Maimuna turned out to be amazing. She respected my space and I respected hers and we got along really well. When I agreed to be roommates with her I didn’t even think about the fact that she was so different from me in ways other than our religion. I mean our dress sense was different in the sense that I would wear my shorts and she was more into flowing shirts and floral prints. I saw past her religion and our differences and saw a really sweet girl that I thought I would get along with. She apparently also saw past my sometimes really bold fashion choices and my religion and saw someone she would be cool living with for a year. She’s a diehard One Direction fan (she and her little sisters) and while I went into that roommate thing appreciating the boys’ talent (and handsome faces), I came out of it loving them almost as much as she did. One of my most vivid memories was the night we were bashing naughty boy over being a douche when Zayn left (*all of the feels*). I think she was the best roomie I ever had. Now don’t get me wrong, Marelle and Marissa were super sweet but, I don’t know, Maimuna was …show more content…
I knew I was in college and I knew a party was probably the last thing I should have been aiming for but I didn’t care. I was determined to at least have something similar to the normal experiences of an average teenage girl. Aunty Lara held it down with food and drinks for the party and aunty Yemi and IBK helped me find and buy and outfit that perfectly captured the look I was going for- edgy and badass- with and awesome double-slit black skirt and a black crop top. I thought I was smokin’, my mom disagreed for obvious reasons (my daddy asked why I was dressed like a belly dancer). I had a great party though and I decided to forget all of my worries and just have a good time. My worries would still be there waiting for me in the morning- and boy oh boy were they
My parents were cool with it and I was cool with it and Maimuna turned out to be amazing. She respected my space and I respected hers and we got along really well. When I agreed to be roommates with her I didn’t even think about the fact that she was so different from me in ways other than our religion. I mean our dress sense was different in the sense that I would wear my shorts and she was more into flowing shirts and floral prints. I saw past her religion and our differences and saw a really sweet girl that I thought I would get along with. She apparently also saw past my sometimes really bold fashion choices and my religion and saw someone she would be cool living with for a year. She’s a diehard One Direction fan (she and her little sisters) and while I went into that roommate thing appreciating the boys’ talent (and handsome faces), I came out of it loving them almost as much as she did. One of my most vivid memories was the night we were bashing naughty boy over being a douche when Zayn left (*all of the feels*). I think she was the best roomie I ever had. Now don’t get me wrong, Marelle and Marissa were super sweet but, I don’t know, Maimuna was …show more content…
I knew I was in college and I knew a party was probably the last thing I should have been aiming for but I didn’t care. I was determined to at least have something similar to the normal experiences of an average teenage girl. Aunty Lara held it down with food and drinks for the party and aunty Yemi and IBK helped me find and buy and outfit that perfectly captured the look I was going for- edgy and badass- with and awesome double-slit black skirt and a black crop top. I thought I was smokin’, my mom disagreed for obvious reasons (my daddy asked why I was dressed like a belly dancer). I had a great party though and I decided to forget all of my worries and just have a good time. My worries would still be there waiting for me in the morning- and boy oh boy were they