Essays, exams, quizzes, homework, worksheets, study cards, you name it. Who wants any of that? Even as someone who loves to write, I dread the "slow typing-stare into space-how can I still not spell?" vibe of essay creation. At times there is so much work and stress I question whether I'm actually absorbing any of the information I'm processing, or just trying to get the assignment done.
2) That Alarm Clock in the AM
Whether you wake up to a default alarm setting or your favorite pop oldie, odds are its your most dreaded sound in the universe. Alarm rings are just pure evil. Sometimes they ring early, sometimes late, sometimes, right on time, and sometimes not even at all. Its as if the devil himself possessed your phone/alarm device with the intentions of stealing the sugar plums dancing through your peacefully slumbered head. Why can't life just start at noon? I think we'd all be a lot more well rested if that were the law of the land.
3) Fluctuations of Temperature in a Dorm Room
Florida and Antarctica plague the mine fielded trenches of my dorm room. Turn on the fan, Antarctica blows in. Close a window, Florida torches the territory. The saying, "I'm happy with the temperature of my dorm room does not exist." If someone tries to claim this, know they are lying to themselves and can't face the harsh reality of a living space without a happy medium temperature.
4) Group Projects
People are difficult….Need I elaborate? Projects are tedious…. Need I explain? Put the two together and vwella. You get a ball of frustrated, bored people and half completed work.
5) Living in a Room with Another Person Instead of a Home
After getting back from living in a small square with my roommate for months, I stepped in my one person room and turned right into the living room, and then turned left into the mess free bathroom. I realized just how nice it is to live in a house. A space large enough to spread out in and have options as to where Netflix should be watched. Homes with loving families will always beat out any college dorm no matter how well you and your roommate get along in your four by four, overpriced square.
Its hard to go back to school no matter how old you are. Sharing your woes with sympathetic individuals helps. Perhaps it gives you the incentive to work hard so that one day there will be no more back to school negatives and more than a single room to live in.