It feels so surreal. My wall is devoid of the senior map, campus map, various free shit given during week 1 of UCD, photos of my friends, brochures, posters, and my Grey’s calendar. It’s so barren. I packed up my printer and all my clothes, which I now realize was stupid because I’ll have to fucking rip open the giant box of clothes to find my floral skirt to wear tomorrow.
So I went dumpster diving…in wedges. More on that later.
But yeah, it feels surreal. Part of me is so ready to go home. To escape the cliqueyness and the effort I have to make to be economical and not piss anybody off. I’m tired of being excluded and trying to fight my way back in after being exiled thanks to the bf. And then the other part of me is clinging onto whatever’s left of dorm life. I’m going to miss living with the crazy boys on my floor because I know I’ll rarely see them next year. I’m going to miss the convenience of the DC (yes, even though it sucks) and having your food prepared for you and then having the privilege of bitching about it without hurting anyone’s feelings. I’m going to miss the ease of doing what you want when you want–going out late at night, and getting drunk without having to cook up exotic stories.
I love you, R5. You made my freshman experience amazing.
