I feel selfish about how glad I am that stupid mirror is finally gone. With how big and ornate it was it must have cost a fortune but my roommate just brushed it off like it was nothing. No one saw who broke it at the party but I guess we’ll figure it out when we see who gets seven semesters of bad luck. At least I won’t get scared into thinking my reflection is an intruder three times a week; My blood pressure can’t take it anymore. Even now that it’s gone I still get uneasy whenever I see my roomie studying at the desk they put in its place. I’m probably just getting paranoid from being on campus for too long. This place plays tricks on you.
Still…I could have sworn they were left handed.