Feeling Lucky

Went with some friends to the dorm of another person, A, in our section today. I don't know A too well, and didn't particularly feel like drinking. But Boyfriend went back to N-town today to take care of some business and I was feeling bored, so I went more out of inertia and peer pressure than any actual affirmative desire.

We drank some rum and coke in the lounge of the dorm room and watched the Apprentice, talking about nothing. Some other people dropped by and joined our group.

I was disciplined and came back around 10:00 to do my torts reading. The evening was fun but the dorms are NOT fun. Having been out of college for 4 years, I am now thoroughly grateful that I no longer live in one of those dorm rooms. In spite of the school's sizeable endowment, they must have not renovated this place for at least 30 years. The entire place was dingy and smelled like a cheap hotel. People constantly shouted and laughed in the hallways and I don't understand how anyone could go to sleep in there, or study. The social life must be easier for the dorm people than for the off-campus people in the first few weeks of school, but that doesn't matter once you settle into your section. In short, it was noisy and distracting and not at all comfortable.

It was part of the reason I came home so early, actually. The entire place depressed me a little bit.

It's really a sign of your age where you can no longer drink rum and coke in a dingy environment for more than an hour. I came back to my quiet, relatively clean, and very un-dorm-like apartment and was glad.