Cinderella

My roommate, C. I think of her as Cinderella not because she's neater than me (although, she unquestionably is), but because I think of our University's Medical School as the evil stepmother and stepsisters who make her work so excessively, often at the expense of attending the metaphorical "ball" (or at the very best enforce a midnight curfew).

Unlike Cinderella, C is probably the best giver of advice I know to the point where she's my personal Oprah. She's witty, athletic and my equal when it comes to traveling. Like the rescuers down under, she's my partner in crime and fellow navigation mistress.