North Carolina State University - Agromeck Yearbook (Raleigh, NC)

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...apartments without dishwashers and wall-to-wall carpeting do exist. » clean silverware, it seems as if we were sharing it with twenty girls! Bedtime is another problem. None of us can get synchronized; if one girl wants to go to bed early two others are noisily typing in the dining room, and three more are playing a new album on the stereo. To top it all off, Evelyn sees our landlord making his rounds outside the building. Think- ing he is a prowler, she screams and sets off a chain of hysteri cs in the apartment. Thrills, chills, and excite- ment! off campus Although this confusion may seem to be more than the average person would want to live with, the good times compensate for the frustrations. Eating Christmas dinner together, giving Secret Santa surprises, ordering pizza at midnight, playing Ann Landers, gossip- ing about the latest hairstyle, going totally crazy on Friday afternoons — these good times give a special meaning to the words togetherness and friendship. Interviews 25

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two Of course, there are annoy- ing times. For instance, the morning rush to the bathroom is often frustrating. Usually, no one can take a complete shower without an interruption; I always forget to put in my contacts or brush my teeth during a rare moment when the bathroom is free. Then, there ' s the kit- chen. How many times have there been more dishes in the sink than in the cabinets? Sometimes its hard to remember that seven other people share the kitchen. When we can t find any 24 Interviews

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three It was Thursday, Yp.m. Where had the day gone? I flopped down on the couch and kicked my shoes off to relax a few minutes before finishing the dinner dishes. Gabriela, my youngest, takes a flying leap and lands on my lap, eyes smiling and ready for her traditional story hour. What a day this has been, typically hectic. All last night I had been dreading the Spanish paper that was due this morning. You know how it is. You dream about it un- til you ' re so tired that when morning arrives you feel as if you hadn ' t slept a wink. 4:30 a.m. I make my way, bleary-eyed to the kitchen. Yes, coffee is what I need. I put the pot on and can hear the water begin to spew as I spread my books and papers out on the table. Everything is so quiet. No demands for milk or snacks - just peaceful quiet. I think to myself how lucky I am that he shares in the responsibility of raising the children. Twice a week he works on his research and keeps the baby for me to attend classes.