Just the other day I was on the phone with my mom. I had called her in a rage after a very long and stressful day at work -- she actually answered on the first call... which never happened. After, talking about my day, her day, the cats day etc., she asked what I was doing. I simply replied, "Going home and going to bed." That's just it, I actually called my dorm a home. Though I dread coming back some nights, that is what you truly are, my home.

I have made lifelong friends, and we have blossomed into one very large... yet slightly underwhelming bouquet of flowers. I will forever miss the nights that we would all lay in my bed in a large mass of bodies and put on a cheesy movie (paying no attention to it). The nights where we may or may not have been too tired to sit through the whole thing so we just laughed our way through it. The nights we really clicked though, those are forever etched into my long term memory bank. Trust me that's a hard place to get into seeing as how I forget so much.

My RA, what is there to say about him? He is a very unique individual. I've never met anyone is down to okay "Super Smash Bros" and listen to whatever new rap song is popular at the same time.

My bed, let's not go there. Some things are better left unknown. It's honestly is not as uncomfortable as people make it out to be though.

Since freshman year is coming to an end, I am officially closing the door to one major part of my life. When Friday hits, I will literally be closing the door to my dorm and open the door to an apartment. I am super excited to be living with my best friend, and I couldn't ask for a better underwhelming bouquet. To me, it's all I need.

P.s. DO NOT CALL IT A DORM! YOUR RA WILL BE VERY UPSET. IT IS A RESIDENCE HALL.