Dorm, sweet dorm. Oh, the times we've had. As we pack up our belongings, and put everything we can in the trash outside our doors, we can't help but look back on all the memories that have been made, even the bad. From the nights when we came in too late and accidentally woke up our roommate, to the days where we stayed in bed all day shamelessly binge-watching Netflix. Dorm, sweet dorm, our home away from home.
When we reflect upon our first days here in college, as traumatic as they are, they are also full of fun new firsts. Trying to sleep in a twin bed with no mattress pad, finding out the real horrors that come along with a community bathroom, and realizing that two girls in one room equals twice as much hair. All are such uplifting new realizations that help shape us all into the grown women we now are at the end of the year.
Just like life, our freshman dorm is filled with ups and downs. Mainly because of the elevator that was broken about 90 percent of the time, and realizing that you will never be in good enough shape to climb the flights of stairs to your room without panting and taking a break. Thank you, broken elevators, for firming my calves and deflating my sense of pride in how fit I really was (or was not).
Thank you, community bathrooms, for making me appreciate the small things in life, like finding a shower with only a little hair stuck on the wall. Or for letting me meet my neighbors whilst wearing nothing but a towel and flip-flops. I can never thank you enough for making me realize the true meaning of "good morning" like an ice-cold shower at 6:00 a.m. when the plumbing isn't working (again).
Oh, dorm, you bring together people from all over the world to a new, cozy place. The halls are filled with the smell of strange exotic foods that always seem to burn, and the sounds that are heard behind paper thin walls are sounds that I will cherish forever. You taught us to love the sound of drawers opening and closing repeatedly for hours on end, and gave us the creativity to question what on earth makes a person need to open their drawers that many times. How grateful we are for those wondrous sounds at 3:00 a.m. on a Tuesday night.
I think we can all agree that we love to look back on the memories that were made here and the events that took place. We will never forget that 7:00 a.m. fire alarm, or the way the showers burned our backs when someone in the building flushed the toilets. Oh, and how could I forget about the bed bug scare that had us packing our bags. Now that is one fond memory we can look back on and smile about.
But most of all, thank you, dorm, for a year filled with laughter, strange smells, hair, and far too many close calls with girls in towels and boys that happen to be walking the halls. When we leave, a piece of our hearts (or hair) will stay with you forever. And to the girls staying in our room next year: It is small, but it has character. Cherish these wonderful moments; they don't last forever.
Unless you become an RA. In that case, good luck...
