You probably saw a Thrill post a couple weeks ago about the two people with best and worst lottery numbers meeting and having a polite but ultimately sad conversation in Peirce. Remember how bad you felt for #1335? You’re about to get a whole lot sadder!
Abigail Saltzman ’20 and Cat Smith ’20 are currently roommates in Norton, and have been planning to live together as sophomores for quite a while. They had reasonable aspirations, or so they thought. Having enjoyed the all-female Norton this year, they were hoping for a spot in Bushnell, a typically sophomore dorm with a similar atmosphere.
What ended up happening was worse than they could have ever imagined. Cat and Abigail were the second to last pair of roommates to pick their housing in the entire school. Luckily, they lived to tell the tale.
Before finding out your numbers, what were you expecting going into the housing lottery?
Cat: Not great, not horrible, I just wasn’t expecting what happened.
Abigail: I thought I would get anywhere South.
After finding out your numbers, did your plans change?
Cat: I scheduled a lot more time for crying than I normally do. I started scheming against people.
Abigail: I got really into checking square footage of rooms and making spreadsheets.
How was the lottery?
Cat: Hell. The seventh layer of hell. I felt like Jasmine in that scene in Aladdin when she was trapped in an hourglass and that sand kept falling and she knew she was going to die. I also think about sand a lot.
Abigail: Extremely stressful. Buildings just kept going and we just had to watch them all go.
At what point did you realize that you were going to be one of the last pairs to choose a room?
Cat: I was in denial until we were actually in line.
Abigail: When Gund Commons kept emptying out.
Where did you end up?
Cat & Abigail: Watson!
How did you feel about there being a Watson room left so close to the end?
Cat: Shock. Disbelief.
Abigail: We did all this planning and we didn’t look at it at all. We could’ve taken our time to think about it but our only other option would’ve been fifth floor Caples and we’re both lazy shitholes. Either that or it would have been Mather.
How are you feeling about housing now?
Cat: I have a South-facing window, so I’m a happy plant mom.
Abigail: There just aren’t many good options for sophomores.