By Emily Overholt, Staff Writer
The Boston ice is finally melting which can mean only one thing: the semester is ending. For those of us who aren’t living in the palace that is StuVi, and who aren’t kicking it in Boston this summer, it means it’s time to convince someone to pay your rent (I mean ‘take your place’) in your Allston apartment.
In honor of my insane excitement about the season four premier, here’s what it feels like trying to find a subletter, as told by “Game of Thrones.” Get ready to press play and feel the struggle.
At first you’re hopeful. You love your apartment. It’s cheap, comfortable, you’re used to it. Look at that view. Everyone would want to live here.
Then you start trying to write a craigslist ad, and suddenly everything is awful. How have you been paying this much to live in a closet all year? WHO WILL CHOOSE TO LIVE HERE?
You start asking your friends to move in so you don’t have to deal with it. Even offering sweet deals.
When your friends move in you decide to throw caution to the wind. Who needs background checks? Please live here.
As time passes you start to realize that there really is no choice. You no longer care who lives in your stuff but you try to get your roommate to get along with the strangers.
Your roommate shoots down your applicant.
You turn to the BU Housing Facebook group in a final moment of desperation.
And then you wait…
But eventually, summer is coming and surely everything will have worked out. Unless, of course, your last name is Stark.