World, The Undergrad is back on campus! This is my very first blog post from my new dorm room, and I’ll admit, it feels a bit surreal, especially since my roommate this year is one of my own friends and not a random stranger. I feel more at home now than I ever really did then, to be honest. Continue reading
Hello! I’m alive!
After a long summer hiatus, I’ve decided it’s time to return to my dear old blog, especially now that there are exactly two weeks between me and my second move-in day. Eep!
Admittedly, I’m far less stressed out this year about packing and moving in then I was last year. For starters, my roommate this year is one of my best friends, so I’m not worried about the notion of sharing a room with a complete stranger. As a benefit, also, we’ve actually been keeping in touch about who’s bringing what to the room (as opposed to last year when I would try to coordinate with my roommate and she would generally respond with, “I don’t know” or “Whatever you like!”).
I also am not running around trying to fulfill every bullet point on those college checklists you get at the store. Experience tells me I don’t need a full set of silverware or a bulk pack of lightbulbs. I think I can survive easily with much of the stuff I already had last year.
There’s a new kind of excitement that precedes me this year. I won’t have to find my way around campus or go through those orientation week group discussions about life or attempt to make friends and hope they stick. I’m coming back to an established group of friends and, let’s be honest, to my second home.
What a nice feeling.
It’s hard to believe, but my freshman year of college is coming to an end; on May 10th, I’ll be heading home for the summer, and exiting my dorm for the final time. It’s a little bittersweet, but at the same time, I can’t wait to start my sophomore year. While this year was really amazing, I could use a fresh start in a few aspects, and the fall of 2012 is the time to do it.
Everyone is going to make mistakes when they arrive at college, but hopefully my list can help any incoming freshman out there take note of what (not) to do when they get here! Continue reading
I don’t even know how to introduce this properly. Let’s just dive in. Continue reading
Kids (and for some reason, I always hear the word “kids” in Bob Saget’s HIMYM voice), make sure you check your syllabus every day and/or keep you calendar updated with deadlines and test dates for each class. Otherwise, it’ll be 7pm on a Monday night and, as you flip through the pages of your just-arrived Mindy Kaling book (yes, it finally arrived!), your guardian angel will suddenly smack you upside the head and go, “Yo, lazyface, you have a 100-question theology exam tomorrow.”
[Insert four-letter word here. And sure, “cats” or “pony” are both acceptable options.] Continue reading
My roommate left to go study at the library with a friend around 9pm. She usually averages a good three hours there, so I decided, around 10:30, to go to bed early so as to get a good night’s sleep and be completely under once she returned so she wouldn’t disturb me.
Around 11:45, my roommate came back. How do I know this, if I was asleep? As it turns out, while I was sleeping, she came back, set her things down, and went back out into the hallway… closing the door behind her and effectively leaving her keys in the room. Realizing this, she began to knock on the door, hoping I would wake. I don’t know how long she’d been knocking before my brain actually reacted to the sound, but when I did wake, I simply lay in bed, thinking to myself, No. No way am I getting up. This is not my problem. Go get the lock-out key from the front desk. I’m asleep. I can’t hear you. Stop knocking! But she didn’t stop. For a good ten minutes, she stood outside, knocking and knocking and calling my name in hopes that I would wake up. Finally, annoyed, I had no choice but to get up and open the door. Continue reading
My roommate needs to stop doing the following things:
- Shedding. (I don’t even know how her hair manages to fall out in hairballs…)
- Speaking in a British accent. (It’s awful.)
- Listening to One Direction. (Are you twelve?)
- Letting the garbage overflow. (For the record, all the trash in the big bin is hers. I put my trash in my own bin and take care of it.)
- Making that one weird noise she makes at her friends. (She just makes a low-pitched “ahhhhhhhh” sound. Why? I don’t know.)