I would like to say that college has made me grow up a lot, but the sad reality is that I’m way more like my kindergarten self now than I’ve been since kindergarten. I guess I never thought growing up meant more napping, crying, and ultimately—bunk beds. As a kid, I thought bunk beds were actually the coolest things in the world. Kids I knew that had them were instantly cooler in my book. I longed for a bunk bed of my own until about the time I turned 7. Then I grew up and realized king sized beds were where it’s at. However, when I moved into my sorority’s house, I realized the bunk bed thing was very real. I found myself the resident of the bottom bunk and honestly—it’s not too bad. Anyone who has ever found themselves living in bunk beds in college has probably had all the same thoughts about them. Here are some I find myself thinking every night I crawl into my bunk.
- Oww. I guess I’m not ever able to sit straight up anymore.
- So glad I can hear literally every movement of my roommate above me!
- This bed is like a small, cozy cave… with little room for stretching.
- I’m 100% sure this bed is going to collapse on me.
- I don’t want to die from a bunk bed.
