College Roommate Roulette and the Unconventional University Experience for Athletes My college selection process wasn't exactly ideal. My father met my mother while he was serving a term in the peace in South Korea. He brought her back with him when he returned, and I was born about year later. In many aspects I am the stereotypical Asian-American kid, and in all aspects she is the stereotypical Asian mother. Education came first, and you can bet I play the cello like a mother fucker. She ruled with an iron fist while my father giggled on the side line only commenting with a "listen to your mother," and a devilish grin. I wasn't the proverbial Asian geek with inch thick glasses, Friday nights spent studying. At least, not once I got to high school. I went behind my mother's back and tried out for the lacrosse team, which by a stroke of luck I made. Of course my mother forbid it, but for once my father disagreed with her and allowed it, even encouraged it. Flash forward 4 years, and the valedictorian of my high school (surprised aren't you?) and I was admitted to a pretty prestige university in North Carolina, on a Lacrosse scholarship. Living in California, North Carolina was quite a flight, and as my parents dropped me off in my dorm, still in July, the day before practices began, they left me almost as quickly, hurrying to catch their flight back. And there I was, in a small apartment style dorm room, with an empty bed across from mine, and nothing to do. I found out earlier in the summer my roommates name was Nick. That was all I knew though. …but everything was about to change
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College Roommate Roulette and the Unconventional University Experience for Athletes
