Number 2: Roommates...

I had one roommate...I had two roommates...I had no roommates. My friend and I planned on living together ever since I got my acceptance letter. Around mid-April we decided to add another girl (that she knew, I met her once) so we can find better deals-per-person. Three-bedroom? Two, convertible three-bedroom? Whichever. We were all looking for the cheapest, safest place. At least that's what I thought.

They both had jobs, and good jobs at that, and I was going to be a student with a couple jobs so I can pay my rent each month. I didn't mind working hard, working late and living from paycheck to paycheck. It's what I was willing to do to live the dream. But I was going to be a student living with two people who had salaries large enough to appease the real estate gods. We were all fully aware of the situation for about 6 months. When I went to visit my grandmother in Orange County, two of us were going to go into the city and look at neighboorhoods, maybe some actual places. We were conference calling and emailing. We were calling brokers. Then one day we were discussing the brokers we called, everything seemed fine, but I received an email later on that night. It basically said..."you're out." Contrary to my thoughts that we were all on the "cheapest, safest place" train this whole time, commuting time became this HUGE deal and my friend said that since things seem more expensive around her workplace, maybe we should find seperate arrangements. Rather than first asking me if x price range was feasible, they just kicked me out. Me, the low-salary, not-so-great credit, student. Now I'm on the street. I was crushed because my dreams seemed dashed. I was upset that my good friend left me homeless. I was PISSED...because my good friend left me homeless.
Whatever.