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Addriana Carr

Dec. 8th 2008

EN 111

 

Will the Real Sammy Please Shut Up!

 

Sam says the funniest things, like; “Urgh! This isn’t quenching my hunger!” In her defense, she made up for that slip of tongue with, “I mean it’s not satisfying my homework!” I think we should all give her a hand; homework and hunger are kind of close, right? She is constantly blurting things out that don’t ever make sense, but always make me laugh… or snort. My roommate Sam is like a sister to me; we have a love/hate relationship.

            Living with Sam is as difficult as I imagine living with octopuses must be. You try to get away, but her tentacles reach too far! Sam is a neat freak, but not in the usual sense. Every morning she showers at the first glimpse of daylight, not because it’s what normal people do, but because her hair ultra-curly hair won’t be quite as bouncy and shiny if she doesn’t. While she innocently showers, I pile mass amounts of clothes on her bed, and strip the sheets while I’m at it, before crawling back into bed and feigning innocence. To retaliate, Sam will leave her empty water bottles on every available surface, something that irritates me to no end. On the fridge, a desk, the floor, in-between my bed sheets, no place is safe from her littering massacre of plastic. In fact, the only place she doesn’t dump the meager bottles is in the recycling bin! The art of getting on each other’s nerves is something we have perfected throughout the last few months.

            Despite purposely causing irritation to the other, we do perform random acts of kindness when the other is least expecting it. One night, in a weak voice Sam asked me, “Would you p-please get me a tissue?” I got out of my marshmallowy soft cocoon of blankets, walked across the chilly floor, trudged all the way to her bed and gave her the handy-dandy tissue box. For her part, Sam sits in as my personal calendar and alarm clock. If there is ever something I need to remember, such as my outrageously bland paper on plate tectonics being due the next day, she oh-so-sweetly reminds me in a lovely sing-song voice that, of course doesn’t make me want to slap her silly…

            Although you may think our lives are as changing and out of control as a roller coaster, Sam and I do find some time for equilibrium between our grumpy and gracious days together. Laughter truly brings the two of us together like only handcuffs normally could. There is no sight better than seeing her face, scrunched like she’d eaten a lemon, once she’s realizes she’s made up yet another word or sentence because she didn’t think it through. I never fail to hoot with laughter when she makes a verbal skid. She keeps up her end of the bargain by laughing at me continuously and saying, “It’s okay, I’m only making fun of you!”

            In short, Sam and I have our ups and downs as well as our common traits that make us closer than most roommates who’ve met just a few months ago. My biggest complaint to friends and family about Sam is that I have no real complaints. Our personalities mesh so well, people think we’ve known each other our whole lives. Every aspect of our lives together is dripping with sarcasm and laced with laughter. It’s hard to find someone like Sam, she’s just that extraordinary.