I know this can be better. I could really use your guys' help with this one. The prompt is: Virtually all of Stanford's undergraduates live on campus. Write a note to your future roommate that reveals something about you or that will help your roommate - and us - know you better.
Hi, my name is Drew and I'm an addict. Let me tell you my story.
It all began innocuously enough, with the occasional caramel macchiato to keep me warm on those cold winter nights. But soon, I became more adventurous, branching out to lattes, mochas, cappuccinos. And as I drifted further and further from those cloyingly sweet drinks, my curiosity led me to the one thing that could keep me company during my late-night study sessions: a good, old-fashioned cup of regular coffee.
I became a fiend. Its caffeine was perfect for those moments where I had lost productivity-with a few cups of coffee I could spend hours reading Pride & Prejudice for English or making flashcards for an upcoming history test.
But I quickly realized the toll my coffee habit was taking on me. Whereas I used to get up in the morning full of energy and liveliness, without a cup of coffee I was slow and sluggish. I needed a cup to break myself out of that 2 p.m. slump, to keep myself from falling asleep for the whole afternoon.
Just a couple weeks ago, I hit rock bottom. It was a dark, jittery night, a caffeine-fueled rush to finish an essay about Hamlet before the next morning's deadline. I must have had five cups of coffee that night, finally dragging myself to bed at 4 in the morning for three hours of unsatisfying rest.
Right upon waking up, haggard and bleary-eyed, I knew I needed help. My dependence on caffeine was hurting me-I needed to return to a state of natural vitality.
So that's where you'll have to come in, roommate. Next year, I'm looking to break the habit once and for all. Finally wean myself off of coffee, that black beast. But I'm going to need your support in my moments of weakness. When I'm desperate for my morning jolt of caffeine, it'll have to be you that keeps me in check.
Thanks in advance, roommate. I'm not going to be able to do this without your help.
Hi, my name is Drew and I'm an addict. Let me tell you my story.
It all began innocuously enough, with the occasional caramel macchiato to keep me warm on those cold winter nights. But soon, I became more adventurous, branching out to lattes, mochas, cappuccinos. And as I drifted further and further from those cloyingly sweet drinks, my curiosity led me to the one thing that could keep me company during my late-night study sessions: a good, old-fashioned cup of regular coffee.
I became a fiend. Its caffeine was perfect for those moments where I had lost productivity-with a few cups of coffee I could spend hours reading Pride & Prejudice for English or making flashcards for an upcoming history test.
But I quickly realized the toll my coffee habit was taking on me. Whereas I used to get up in the morning full of energy and liveliness, without a cup of coffee I was slow and sluggish. I needed a cup to break myself out of that 2 p.m. slump, to keep myself from falling asleep for the whole afternoon.
Just a couple weeks ago, I hit rock bottom. It was a dark, jittery night, a caffeine-fueled rush to finish an essay about Hamlet before the next morning's deadline. I must have had five cups of coffee that night, finally dragging myself to bed at 4 in the morning for three hours of unsatisfying rest.
Right upon waking up, haggard and bleary-eyed, I knew I needed help. My dependence on caffeine was hurting me-I needed to return to a state of natural vitality.
So that's where you'll have to come in, roommate. Next year, I'm looking to break the habit once and for all. Finally wean myself off of coffee, that black beast. But I'm going to need your support in my moments of weakness. When I'm desperate for my morning jolt of caffeine, it'll have to be you that keeps me in check.
Thanks in advance, roommate. I'm not going to be able to do this without your help.
