My roommate serenaded me to sleep last night. To the tune of Billy Joel’s classic, “We Didn’t Start the Fire.”
“Emily’s going to bed!
“She’s gonna lay her pillow under her head!
“Her favorite color is purple, not red!
“When she wants toast she uses white bread!”
I told her not to quit her day job.
Thought I’d forgotten about you, didn’t you? Well, I haven’t. I’ve been at work for the past few weeks at a camp where there wasn’t time or the internet connection to blog. But I’m back! So hello!
Now I am back at school in a new dorm with air conditioning (Alleluia!) and a fancy bathroom that I am loving. Plus, I have it all to myself for the next week and a half!
Yes, you read that correctly. I am alone on my college campus.
Well, not quite alone. Some of the football players are practicing before the season begins. And there are some construction workers fixing up the messy sidewalks.
I’m one of eight people in my entire residence hall at the moment. It’s a little spooky, though, because I have met exactly one of these people.
Myself. And I’ve been here since Sunday.
Can you say ghost town?
I can tell you only thought it. You should say it. Don’t worry, I’ll wait.
To the one person who actually said it, you’re my best friend. We should hang sometime.
But anyway! Why am I here so early, you ask (silently – except for you, my new bestie!)? I’m working on the first newspaper issue of the year. There’s a lot of pressure. The little freshmen will base their first impressions of the school’s media network on our publication!
Or they’ll just not read it. Which is entirely probable.
But I’m enjoying it. I spend the better part of my day with the other editors working on the paper, then we do a “bonding activity” and head back to our rooms.
So I’ve spent the evenings by myself.
Back at home, I share a room. I share one shower with eight other people. There’s almost always someone making noise.
This… I’m not used to.
It’s so quiet here.
It’s great! But it’s weird.
So I’ve had to come up with things to entertain myself in the dorm. Because I have time to kill from the time I get back from work until I head to bed.
1) Practice gymnastics.
I turn on the radio and make great use of the floor space. My roommates aren’t here yet to clog up the area with their paraphernalia, so I can practice cartwheels and somersaults.
“Practice” being the key word here. Shawn Johnson I am not.
2) Finish Gone With the Wind.
Still. Not. Finished. But so close. So very, very close.
3) Stalk the hallways looking for someone to talk to.
Last night I donned a hoodie and some sunglasses and channeled my inner secret agent. I hummed the “Mission Impossible” theme as I darted through the hallways. Didn’t meet anyone.
Luckily for me.
4) Run to Walmart.
I forgot so many things when I packed for school. The greeter now knows me by name.
5) Discuss Bob Marley with my Dad.
He wants me to tell you all that he had a deathbed conversion to the Orthodox church, so he may not be in the druggie-afterlife.
If you have any suggestions of ways to waste – er, utilize – my time, please let me know. I’m worried I may run into someone on my hallway missions. And my gymnastics skills are not improving.