You Only Love Living In Dorms Once You Don't Live In Them Anymore

You Only Love Living In Dorms Once You Don't Live In Them Anymore

Remember when you went to the bathroom and every stall was broken?

Now that I’m in my final year at Fairfield and I look back at my four years, it is easy to glorify what life was like when I lived in the dormitories.

Dorms have their benefits — there are more common areas, you see different people when you walk down the hall to go to the bathroom and there is a closer community that organizes and attends events.

Once you finish living in a dorm, though, you forget all of the things that you could not stand about living in one.

For starters, you will not need all of those common areas anymore, and they were always loud and crowded. If you live in an apartment like I have for the last two years, you will appreciate having your own living area for when you need a change of scenery from your room. You may only be seeing the same three or five people that you are living with now, but you will reach a point like me where you will not mind.

In fact, once you wear pajamas in common areas without feeling self-conscious, you will realize that you do not miss the dorms all that much.

Similarly, although it takes a while to get used to seeing the same faces in your apartment and not in your hallway, it will become a blessing. When my friends and I moved into an on-campus apartment, we thought that we would miss seeing different people on the way to the common bathroom. I will admit — you do feel isolated at times in an apartment. However, you will gladly sacrifice seeing different faces when you no longer have to wear shower shoes. Also, nothing compares to only sharing a bathroom with several people rather than an entire floor.

Remember when you went to the bathroom and every shower was occupied and every stall was broken?

When you are no longer living in a dorm, you may miss the close-knit community events that your dorm hosted. Even if you live on-campus in an apartment, the events are not nearly the same. I will attest that the events were the best part of dorm life, but now that you have left and are likely an upperclassman, you — or one of your friends — probably have a car. Instead of relying on dorm events for entertainment on the weekends, you can have off-campus adventures.

Now, you will no longer have dry spells on weekends where absolutely nothing is happening.

There are undoubtedly incredible aspects about living in dorms. I would not trade my first two years in the Fairfield dorms for anything; and I know people who either left them after freshman year or chose to commute. It is inevitable that we will look back at our time in dorms more fondly now. As we prepare for the next stage in our lives — “adulthood” — it can only be expected that we will reflect on a time in our lives when our biggest fear was not knowing where our rooms were on Move-In Day.

Instead, we should rejoice that soon, we will never have to worry about another 90-degree or torrentially raining Move-In Day.

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To The Teacher Who Was So Much More

Thank you for everything

I think it's fair to say that most people remember at least one teacher who had a lasting impact on them. I have been incredibly lucky to have several teachers who I will never forget, but one individual takes the cake. So here's to you: thank you for all you have done.

Thank you for teaching me lessons not just in the textbook.

Although you taught a great lecture, class was never just limited to the contents of the course. Debates and somewhat heated conversations would arise between classmates over politics and course material, and you always encouraged open discussion. You embraced the idea of always having an opinion, and always making it be heard, because why waste your voice? You taught me to fight for things I believed in, and to hold my ground in an argument. You taught me to always think of others before doing and speaking. You showed me the power of kindness. Thank you for all the important lessons that may not have been included in the curriculum.

Thank you for believing in me.

Especially in my senior year, you believed in me when other teachers didn't. You showed me just what I could accomplish with a positive and strong attitude. Your unwavering support kept me going, especially when I melted into a puddle of tears weekly in your office. You listened to my stupid complaints, understood my overwhelming stress-induced breakdowns, and told me it was going to be okay. Thank you for always being there for me.

Thank you for inspiring me.

You are the epitome of a role model. Not only are you intelligent and respected, but you have a heart of gold and emit beautiful light where ever you go. You showed me that service to others should not be looked at as a chore, but something to enjoy and find yourself in. And I have found myself in giving back to people, thanks to your spark. Thank you for showing me, and so many students, just how incredible one person can be.

Thank you for changing my life.

Without you, I truly would not be where I am today. As cliche as it sounds, you had such a remarkable impact on me and my outlook on life. Just about a year has passed since my graduation, and I'm grateful to still keep in touch. I hope you understand the impact you have made on me, and on so many other students. You are amazing, and I thank you for all you have done.

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