Currently listening to: Twenty One – Cranberries
I don’t think it’s going to happen anymoreYou took my thoughts from me, now I want nothing moreAnd did you think you could just take it all awayI don’t think it’s happening, this is what I say
Tell us about your first day at something – school, work, as a parent, etc.
Prior to living in the dorm last semester, I was living with my cousin in an apartment off campus. My first day living in the dorms started off quiet and rather lonely. In my head, I imagined things to be more…I don’t know…robust and fun? I wasn’t outgoing nor was I social. I was shy AF and hella awkward, especially around people I didn’t know.
I kept to myself. I sat at the dining room alone with a school book and then retired back to my room to study more. I left my door open so that it would feel less depressing. At least I could hear other people having fun and if anyone needed help, I could assist.
I was used to being alone and being in silence at home but it’s something different when it’s a whole building full of my peers who are supposed to be having the best time of their lives. I was in a mood and had “no need to argue” by the Cranberries on heavy rotation, whilst rewriting my notes from my micro bio lecture.
Within an hour and a half, my neighbors who lived in a triple bedroom dorm on my right, three white females came barging into my single dorm. They were loud and rambunctious. They asked me if I wanted to play “All Around the World” with the other residents. I took off my headphones and told them, “Fuck yeah, let’s do it.”
Each dorm had a table set up at the doorway and on the table was a shot glass and a bottle of hard liquor. The premise of the game is to drink as many shots as you could going from room to room. I lived on the ninth floor, so you could only imagine how many rooms were in this building. The floors were rowdy as the basketball and football players also lived amongst us. This was the most popular dorm and when attending a Big Ten uni, there’s bound to be shenanigans and drama.
I joked that I was Korean and that we had a spare liver. I made it to room number nine, while my roommate neighbors were praying to the porcelain god after room six. One of the football players had Absinthe and it tasted horrible. I hate black licorice, ugh. I guess it was a good thing I ate that veggie hoagie for dinner so it could soak up the liquor. I suppose it wasn’t fair that I’ve been playing Korean drinking games for years already so I had an edge. I also had a bottle of water that I carried with me. After every shot, I drank a quick swig of water, hoping to dilute the EtOH.
By room ten, I was sleepy so I headed back to my room and within minutes, my neighbors were banging on my door asking me if I wanted to go clubbing. It was almost midnight and my brain began to calculate my schedule for tomorrow: I had a lecture at 0800 on the East Bank, which was a two mile walk, it would take about seven minutes just to cross the bridge. This would require me to wake up at the latest 0700 to make it on time so that I would have a decent seat in the lecture hall full of over 100 students. I smiled at them and said, “Let’s goooooo!”
And that was just the first day living in the dorm.
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