There are many things I would say my roommates have done that have moved me, but the one I remember the most is the summer of my sophomore year, when I was sick and my roommates carried me on their backs to get me to the infirmary.
That day I was on my period and my stomach hurt. Around 5:00, I woke up from the pain and got up to use the restroom, but when I came back I somehow suddenly got dizzy and fainted afterward.
Listening to my roommates later, they told me that they heard a thud and jumped, and when they got up, I fell on the floor. They were terrified. We are all students, no first aid experience, are at a loss. We decided to rush to the infirmary, but the infirmary was in the south wing. But the infirmary was in the South Zone and our dormitory was in the North Zone, so we had to walk a long way. There was no school bus at this time. A few of us decided to take turns carrying me on our backs. It was summer, the weather was very hot, and we were girls, so we didn't have much strength. But they still took turns carrying me, ignoring the strange looks from passers-by. By the time they got me to the infirmary, they were all paralyzed with exhaustion.
After a few bottles of medicine, I woke up, but I didn't have much strength. My roommates stayed with me, bought me food, and took care of me. That was the first time I felt the warmth from people other than my family. I am really thankful to them.
We are from different cities, but we became roommates are the closest friends. I am so thankful for everything they did for me in the beginning. I still feel touched when I think of that year.