Quinn C. Dyer

     Before moving in together, my roommate and I didn't really talk. I remember getting the email from Northeastern about my roommate information and being excited. At first, I tried looking him up first on social media, like any normal person would. Facebook got me nowhere. Instagram got me nowhere. Snapchat got me nowhere. I even tried Twitter, which also got me nowhere. Quinn Dyer, for all I knew, was a ghost. The only thing I found was a Facebook profile of a Quinn Dyer from Cary, Illinois with a picture of penguins as profile and cover photos. My initial thought was it wasn't him, but then I started thinking. What if my roommate-to-be is an anti-social penguin enthusiast?

     I ended up emailing, because I assumed he at least had an email. Rather, I hoped he at least had an email. However, my hopes were kind of destroyed after a week, when I checked my email and didn't get a response. So, I gave up and later, by chance, I checked my school email and there it was. I got an email from the ghost himself, Quinn Dyer. What surprised me was he actually did have a Snapchat, so I was like, "This is cool. Maybe we'll get to know each other a little bit before we meet in person."

     That never happened, even though I tried. I would make an effort to talk to him every once in a while, but honestly, he was just really boring. I would get one word answers, or answers that would completely dead the conversation. Also, I had no clue what he looked like, and I didn't until the very first time I saw him in person. Well, I kind of knew what he looks like. He sent me a snapchat once with half of his face in it. One of my friends back home was peeking over, saw the picture, and said, "Holy crap. Your roommate looks like Chicken Little." So, two assumptions were made that day. My roommate looks like a cartoon chicken and my friends also assumed since that chicken's name is "Chicken Little," Quinn is probably short. A week later, I actually decided to ask. I was sitting there and I was thinking, "What if he's big? What if he's Chicken Big." This is where it gets kind of funny. He's 6'4". He's almost a half foot taller than me, and I was calling him Chicken Little.

     All jokes aside though, I couldn't have asked for a better first year roommate. We instantly clicked. There hasn't been a day since we moved in together when we aren't hanging out together, or grabbing food together, or doing work together. Yes, he stays up late, and yes, he wakes up late, and yes, we're super bad influences for each other because we feed into each other's bad habits, but that's okay. That's okay because I wouldn't have ever expected making close friends with my freshman year roommate.