Dorm Life

Have you ever lived in a dorm? Were those memories mostly good ones? Mine were.

I was fortunate enough to have a roomie who was similar in her study habits, sleeping habits, and neatness habits that we didn’t disagree. We had different friends and that made it better, in my opinion. Because we weren’t “tight” as friends, we didn’t over saturate and get annoyed with each other. That did happen to my friend down the hall from me. We were so joined at the hip most of my freshman year that the whole friendship exploded from too much togetherness and we never were best buddies again.

It’s a good thing we are young when we had these experiences. First of all, they give us, early on, lifelong lessons on how to get on with people, how to avoid people and situations, and how to put things in perspective. Secondly, we can snap back from lack of sleep, poor nutrition, and one bad grade when we are 18. And then this gives many of us our first experience from being away from home. I’d never spent

my dorm at Heidelberg

my dorm at Heidelberg

any longer than a week away from my family. I was homesick to the point that I didn’t have my period for 4 months.  I got over it.

While here in Tucson, we have been renting a one bedroom condo in a building that houses many students. Fortunately, they have been very well behaved and quiet. But on Sunday night, I went to bed around 10:30pm. I was dropping off when there was a commotion out in the courtyard. A young woman was laughing uproariously. There would be quieter conversation then another burst of laughter. This went on for at least an hour. I turned my light back on and joined Dave in reading and listening.

Finally, at about midnight, we heard car doors slamming. Talk continued. Then, under our window, we heard “Do you want a blow job?” Dave and I laughed. Soon things quieted down and the party was over by 12:30.

my dorm in Tucson

my dorm in Tucson

I must say that I was not happy with being kept awake. But then I remembered that at some point I was the loud, inconsiderate, and probably rude college student and young adult living in my first apartment.

Looking back, I’m glad I didn’t storm out in my bathrobe to tell the kids to shut up although it would have been perfectly within my right to do so. This disturbance only happened once and I think that this “dorm life” here in Tucson has taught me another lesson. For one night, I can be a little tolerant of kids who need to blow off some steam and have a beer blast. I do the same thing only about 3 hours earlier.