My roommate has a bad habit of sticking post-it notes to our walls. 

It's not as bad as it sounds. Honestly, it's just for her own good. You see...my roommate has a bad memory. So to solve that, she writes things down on post-it notes and sticks them to our walls.

I don't have as bad a problem with that part of it as I do with other parts of this habit of hers. You see, if anything, it's her bad memory that bothers me.

It took her three months to remember my name.

My name is Jane. Jane. Jane! Not something hard, just a simple Jane.

It took her another month to get my last name.

Doe. Jane Doe.

Again, not that hard.

Anyways, my roommate has the memory of a goldfish and it worries me more than anything. She has horrible attendance for one. I'm pretty sure the total amount of absences by the entire school couldn't measure up to her absence count.

So yeah, she has a small problem. Honestly, I don't really know what she would do if she didn't use post-it notes. The only issue with this is...well...you see post-it notes don't really stick on walls as well as you'd like. 

When one falls behind her bed or her desk, it's gone. Sometimes they'll fall, she'll see it, put it back and everything is grand. But sometimes it does escape without notice.

At least that was how it was.

Until I started to notice.

She, of course, forgets where she puts the notes. In order to remember, she scans all of them every time she's in the room. But if they fall and she doesn't know, she won't ever know. In lots of cases, I could care less.

After all, I'm still a little bitter about the whole name-thing.

But there are some that worry me a little too much.

Like one time, I found one under my left shoe. It was a reminder for a doctor's notice. Okay, big whoop. She'll just have to post-pone it when they call and tell her she forgot.

Haha no...

Yeah, you see...

There was a small note at the bottom that read "to get my test results for cancer!" in pink pen with a little flower and happy face at the end.

Like, what?!

Excuse me?!

I know I don't have the best relationship with my roommate considering she couldn't even remember my name for three months, but I mean...that seems like something you should maybe mention?

Or maybe I'm just being dramatic.

I'll have you know I used extra scotch tape to stick that one back up on the wall. Then, on Thursday at 5, I drove her myself to the appointment. As per usual, she was cheerful and honestly annoying but who cares, I certainly don't. I say as I drive her to her own appointment.

Ugh.

Now, it's not all bad having a roommate that's as forgetful as her.

If there's something I don't want her to remember, I just take down the sticky note. Then, she doesn't remember and all's well that ends well. Of course, you might be wondering, what exactly it is I don't want her to remember?

Well, I also have a bad habit.

And if she remembered every boy she brought to the room, we might have a problem.

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