Going into M’s first year of college, he had the usual freshmen angst about contacting his roommate after getting the housing assignment. What should he write, how to write it, not to seem too eager, not to seem too weird, etc. But with some parental nudges, he did eventually manage to communicate well enough to agree that M would bring a microwave for their dorm room, while the roommate could bring a minifridge.
So we bought him a microwave and drove it out to college with all his other stuff. He hauled it up 2 flights of stairs. He used it occasionally throughout the year. We packed it back up in May, he hauled it down 2 flights of stairs, we drove home, and he hauled the microwave into his bedroom, where it’s been sitting on the floor ever since.
Fast forward to a couple weeks ago. He got his sophomore housing assignment, and it’s essentially a studio apartment shared with 2 other guys. Their kitchen nook should have a sink, stove, and fridge, but anything else is presumably up to them. A few days later, we had the following conversation:
M: “I was Facebook messaging with my roommates.” (No angst this time around, thank goodness.)
Me: “Good! Did the topic of a microwave come up?”
M: “Yeah. Do we have a microwave I can bring?”