The first person I met when I moved in to my new dorm was my bedroom mate Amy. She was from Northern California and honestly we got along really great. We also had Candace next and Becca. Candace was only 17 as well and came with her associates degree already completed. She went to medical school and is now a ER doctor in Nashville. She married an attorney and they have two kids who I swear are just mini versions of themselves. Her room roommate was Becca. Becca had an early birthday so she turned nineteen shortly after we moved in. Her father was a religious teacher at BYU and her parents lived only a few miles away but she had craved some independence. Her little brother was a junior in high school and we were close in age. He used to come by a lot and one of my favorite memories from that year was when he showed up at a party we were throwing with a date and then spent a little too much time talking with me. His sister came over to giving him a little lecture about it and he yelled out, "You are my Delila." Becca was the second one of our group to get married. She went off to California to do the Mormon wife thing but a few years ago she went back to college, started writing stories, and cut her hair short. A few months ago she rainbowed her Facebook picture and I wished desperately I'd kept in better contact. Being a liberal Mormon can be super isolating. You don't want to miss out on friendships with others like you. Whitney was the first in our group to get married. The summer after Freshmen year she and I worked at Heritage Halls manning the buildings for visiting groups. We had a boss who took a liking to her and she took a liking to him and they were engaged before the summer was out. He teaches high school band and they live in Iowa somewhere. The last roomate was Shana but at Christmas she moved out and Jessie moved in. I honestly don't know what happened to Jessie. I know Shana married a dentist but I lost contact after that.
We were also really close to the girls who lived next door, although I've only kept in contact with two of them and then last year when I did a major facebook purge I lost contact. Kristin right next to me is married with kids. Lindsey with the BYU sweatshirt married a guy who is a music professor at LSU. These girls were my lifeline during this first year of being away from home. They also weren't always that great for my grades. I would go to class in the mornings, go to work in the afternoons and then get home and want to play. There was always someone who wanted to play when I got home. Sometimes I was good and did homework and sometimes I just wanted to play.
Me, Amy, and Kristin