Another year brings a slew of new things.
New classes, new books, new professors, new clothes and even a new place to live.
This year has also brought me something great in the form of a recurring roommate (Brix) and a new roommate (Rock).
I love my roomies and they are so great at so many things, but one giant fact has become abundantly clear:
I am the man of the house.
Living in my very own place with two other girls has really shown me that it is just so much better to have a guy or at the very least the luxury of calling physical plant to fix things for us; because now it all falls on me. How can I be so sure that I’m the dude in this scenario?
Any time that anyone needs something hung up on the wall somewhere, they knock on my door and ask: “do you have a hammer?”
Need something painted: “Maz do you know where the painter’s tape is?”
There’s a bug in their room: “Oh my god! Ew, I need you to come handle this RIGHT NOW.”
Bills to be paid: “Can you figure it out and just tell me how much I owe?”
Something to be reached on the top shelf: “Maz, can you grab that for me? You’re so much taller.” (By maybe three inches…)
I’ve somehow turned into Mr. Fix-It, Mr. Kill-It and Mr. Pay-It, all in the short time span of one month.