Over a month has passed since I moved into my dorm. It has been the best of times, it has been the worst of times. And in all my pessimism and with my current bad mood, the only things I can think about right now are the worst parts about being here...
1) Dorms
Someone told me that living in the dorms was living in hell and I thought that he was joking. He wasn’t. For me, I live in a not air conditioned, no elevator building, where I’m on the top floor. The everyday day trek up and down the stairs just to be in a stuffy, hot room is the worse. My best friend right now is a window fan because it is the only thing keeping me from melting during those 80 degree nights. (Things are looking up though as we start getting into fall weather.) And since we keep the windows open 24/7, plenty of bugs are trying to make my room their room as well. To top it all off, I really dislike the public floor bathroom. Our floor currently has the odor of rotting wood because the bathroom just flooded for the second or third time this school year.
2) Boredom
I realize that every upperclassman is looking at me and saying, “You just wait,” and that half of my classmates are looking at me and cursing under their breathe, but for me all of my classes are a huge waste of time. Coming from a semi-decent high school has apparently over prepared me for the first semester of college. I’ve already taken a programming class. I’ve already taken 2 years of chemistry. I already know how to use a library. I don’t really care to know about all the resources on campus and really don’t want to learn about those same resources in multiple classes. And I could teach myself some of the materials better than some of my teachers could. Very rarely do I find myself wanting more homework and late nights, but now is one of those times. The only reason I haven’t started skipping classes yet is that most of them have required attendance or in class assignments.
3) Friends (or lack thereof)
It really reallyreally sucks not having friends to be around. I'm the type of person that loves to exile myself and have alone time, but there comes a time where it gets lonely. Not being able to relax in the company of people that I care about and people that care about me makes my entire situation ten times more stressful than it needs to be. Eating in the dining halls is boring when you can’t be having a conversation about something stupid like the price of grass. And those days staying up late listening to people talk about nerdy stuff or hobos that live in your ceiling are a bittersweet memory. And you can’t rant easily. Ranting over messages isn’t the same as being in the same room on the verge of yelling to someone because your day sucked. And I could be exploring my new surroundings and not just sitting miserably alone in my room, but it isn’t worth it since it is only me.
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What it comes down to is that I either have too much time and nothing to do or things I could be doing, but not enough motivation to do them. People keep telling me that it gets better and I hope know that it will, but I would greatly appreciate it if it got better soon.
