Dear first year dorm room,
It's been a great year. I won't lie, at first I thought I wasn't going to like you, but of course, I have since changed my mind. And here I am on my final few days saying that I really don't want to leave! The day that I first walked into this room, I was skeptical of it being a good home away from home. The walls were bare, the mattress I was about to sleep on every night for the next year was tattered, and the cemetery view I had from the window was less than appealing. The first night I "slept" in this room, I didn't actually sleep. I was sweating from the late August heat trapped in this room sans an air conditioner, and my mind was turning at a mile a minute wondering how and if I was ever going to make this place my home. But then I began to grow up here.
I began to go to classes. I began to meet some of my best friends, and I began to have events, interviews, tests, performances, games, etc. to go to and from. I felt myself becoming more involved and happy here at my new campus home as my first year went on, and the one thing I have is this room to prove it. I began and ended every day here, and I reflected on everything that I have done here.
The once barren walls of this room are now filled with pictures. As the year went on, the room became a reminder of the best things in my life as the white of the walls began to slowly fill with color. My walls are now filled with posters of various things my roommates and I have been a part of, notes from friends and cards I have received from family, random items that I have accumulated from some of the most inclusive events I have ever been to, and altogether simply the memories of a great year. I have laughed, cried, danced, and sung in this room, and I have shared all of these emotions, along with an enormous amount of Papa John's pizza with my best friends here.
We grew from the three girls that forgot our towels in the room while showering, called our moms to help us do laundry, and slept while our posters fell down after we couldn't figure out how to hang them correctly, into three girls that run a pretty tight ship here in 403. Now, we still have our problems every once in a while, and will probably never be able to kill bugs that stop us from sleeping soundly in here without help, but I would also go as far as to say that we have matured a lot here. We have had conversations that taught us about life, about people, and about love. We have formed friendships that made us better people, and we all agree that walking four flights of stairs every day to get up here has been worth it. Next year is going to bring a whole new set of memories for us, but this place will always be our first MTV crib. I will never forget the feeling I have now thinking back to the beginning here and how I have grown. So thanks 403, I'll miss you and your homey character. Hopefully, you get some new girls next year that appreciate you as much as I do.
