Her dad pays her rent. She can’t cook. Litters the kitchen with taking-out boxes from the local vegan joint.
Totally wants you to go to SoulCycle with her at 6 a.m. on a Saturday. The room is littered with leggings and sneakers.
Comes home at 3 a.m. after a night of heavy drinking. Loudly makes some sort of frozen meal. Sleeps through her noon alarm.
Probably has dark hair and an acoustic guitar. Keeps pretty much to herself. Does homework in the living room at obscure hours.
Was on the dance team in high school and has not stopped telling you about how great it was. Does work out videos on the TV in the living room.
Brings her boyfriend over every night of the week. Brings different boys home on the weekends.
Actively avoids cleaning the bathroom. Leaves her dishes in the sink. You haven’t seen her shower in four days.
Normal. Quiet. Wants to be a high school English teacher.
Wild. Emotionally distraught always. Is always hosting the pre-game. Never comes home with all of the clothes she left wearing.
“Definitely should have got into Harvard, but I ended up here instead.” Too into trying to get a 4.0 to pay attention to you.