I was on the train just now with a girl I was sure was my freshman roommate. Like, it took maybe twenty or thirty seconds of pretty blatant staring before I decided that no, she was just another pretty blonde with a Mean Girls-esque vibe.

I felt pretty relieved, because I wasn’t ready for that particular impromptu reunion, but later, I couldn’t decide what was more unnerving:

the possibility of having to interact with a girl who made an entire year of my life pretty miserable,

or

the fact that it’s been so long since freshman year that I no longer recognize a girl who I lived with for an entire year of my life…