Dorm Sweet Dorm? Part 2

I could not believe my ears the first night I was in my dorm. Overwhelmed with emotion from moving away--that's a whole different post--, I tried to distract myself with arranging and rearranging my side of the room, which was difficult considering the size. After awhile, I could not take my aching back, the squeals of ditzy floor-mates, and the constant F-bombs being thrown around outside my door, and I collapsed on my bed, hoping for a good night's sleep.

As if my neighbor knew the exact moment I was going to sleep, the low bass on his stereo began to shake the walls next to my head. Grunting, I closed my eyes to try to sleep. It didn't come for a long time, my head making my eyes water at every thought and my ears seemed to search for any noise in the hallway, which it easily found.

The night wasn't quiet once I fell asleep. At various times throughout, I was awoken by strange noises, varying from my roommate coming in late, to drunk kids roaming the halls and pounding on their new neighbors' doors, to people speaking unnecessarily at the tops of their voices to the person walking alongside them. Everything seemed to echo in my mind, 'You're going to hate it, you're going to hate it.'

And so far, I have. I thought that once classes began, the noise would die down, but it seems the same kids who enjoy to go out and do these kinds of things still enjoy doing them on week days. If you really want to make friends in a dorm, I suggest pounding on doors at 2 AM. I know this because a TON of people want to be friends with me, it seems.

The whole situation is making everything kind of unbearable. Here's to a good night's sleep sometime this week...

Alexis