The spring semester of my fourth year in college was quickly coming to a close. All of my current roommates were graduating, and our lease was set to expire at the end of May. Due to me changing majors three times, I still needed 27 hours to finish my degree, so I was kind of stuck trying to find some new roommates for the coming school year.
Most of my underclassmen friends already had roommates lined up, and the ones that didn’t weren’t ones that I wanted to live with. Then there was the money issue. With me going back for a fifth term, my parents cut me off, so I had to take out student loans which barely covered tuition and books. I’d have to get a part time job just to pay rent/utilities and to eat.
After finals, my roommates and I threw an end of year party. Think Van Wilder, but with more booze, more drugs, and more women. It was a party for the ages. During our parties, I almost always ended up being a bartender, even if only to show off my bartending tricks I learned while tending bar before college. After tending bar for a couple of hours, I started mingling a bit.
