After an almost non-stop 11 hour drive, I arrived in Albuquerque Friday evening. Thankfully, I didn't have to do any of the driving, because Jeremy also has some business to attend to in the ABQ. I moved most everything into my dorm Saturday, and am fairly happy with the room I've been assigned. There's not enough room for my full-size bed, which is unfortunate (I was looking forward to having that option). I'll survive. This year I'm living in an apartment-style dorm, meaning I share a space with 5 other roommates. Here's the layout:
My room is in the upper left corner. I'm glad I scored a corner room, that way I'm not in between two different bedrooms. Anyway, that's all swell and good but let's get to the the title of this post.
Last night after Jeremy dropped me off at my dorm, I immediately set to unpacking my clothes, linens, toiletries, etc. I was already pretty tired from working around the house earlier, so I was glad to have the place to myself. I wasn't even halfway done before it started getting late. It was almost eleven, and by then I was completely bushed. I just wanted to shower and go to sleep. That's when they all arrived...
I heard the front door open, and listened as a couple guys walked into the dorm. Then for some odd reason I shut my lights off and was seized with an unexplainable bout of paranoia. I did not want to leave the room or alert them of my presence. I figured they would think I hadn't checked in yet, or was already asleep. My plan was to skip showering, brushing teeth, using the bathroom, and go straight to bed. I followed through with that plan against the advice of a friend I was instant messaging. Said friend told me I was "being a pussy", and that I should just have gone about my business. I didn't dispute his accusations, though looking back I have no idea what prompted me to behave like that.
I told myself to have a more positive outlook on things this time around, and to try being a bit more outgoing than I usually am. Last night was a fluke, I'm sure.
2 comments:
yeah, I suggest you really try to socialize, there's nothing that'll make the rest of your living experience there better, than if you have at least a little bit in common with your 5 other roommates. I've also found that it's easier to introduce yourself early rather than to try and socialize later in the year.
and yeah a corner room is better than being stuck in the middle of 2 others. YAY!
Easily I assent to but I contemplate the brief should have more info then it has.
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