BETHESDA – I have a harrowing – yet eye-opening – experience to share. My friends and I let our weird roommate be the group sponsor for housing this year, and, next thing I know, a local Papa John’s in Bethesda is where I’m now calling home.
Yep, it sounds strange. You wouldn’t believe how fast your life can go from perfectly normal to a sleeping bag on the cold, dirty tile floor of a Papa John’s pizzeria.
It all started when our weird roommate, Conrad, offered to “oversee next year’s housing circumstances.” We all said, “Okay, Conrad.”
We had no idea what was coming.
We told Conrad that we wanted to try to live in either a Vil A or a Henle. Conrad woke up early on the day of our allotted housing selection time. Then one thing led to another, and all of a sudden I’m filling out a living agreement while ordering from Papa John’s “Papa’s Signature Specialties” menu at three in the morning in my pajamas.
Honestly, it’s so hard to find people you can trust these days! Now, I only trust my brother, my parents, and Lucas, who is in charge of the oven and all deliveries.
I would have never expected this living arrangement. What an experience it’s been!