This semester is already whittling me down into nothing. Heh. I love that word. "Whittling". Just say it out loud. You'll giggle.
Last semester I just wasn't that social; I was getting used to college and I wanted to make sure I was actually capable of completing all my work. (P.S. I GOT A 3.5 HELL YEAH). Now that I know I can handle the workload, I've been hanging out with my friends a ton, and going out, and having dance parties at all hours of the day and night. This is all fine and dandy, but it's making it difficult for me to get work done.
"But Paige," you might say. "It's not your friends' fault that they're so entertaining and awesome and willing to provide you with copious amounts of caffeine to fuel these aforementioned all-night dance benders! You should exercise some self-control." And you would be right, dear reader. But when presented with a choice of reading an incoherent and amateurish Young Adult novel for your Gay and Lesbian literature class or watching Family Guy and yup, you guessed it, dancing, which one do you think I'm going to choose?
(Hint: It's not the shoddy literature.)
"Still, Paige," you might argue, "we all have to do things we don't want to do. Just shut up and go work."
And I would be more than willing to do exactly as you suggest, except that THERE IS NO QUIET PLACE TO WORK IN KATZENBACH.
I'm serious. My room is Party Central, my friends' rooms are...Party Central Lite, I suppose, and the lounge is always full of people talking on the phone. Which is fine! The lounge exists for phone-talking, and our room exists to bring joy to the masses! It's just that the only time the dorm is quiet is at 3 in the morning, and so I often feel like I have to make a choice between getting enough sleep and getting my work done. And the work usually wins because I am compulsive about having to be the best in everything. But then I can't function the next day without a nap. And then I'm not tired until 3 in the morning again. AND THE CYCLE BEINGS ANEW.
Anyway, this whole dilemma makes me (slightly) question my decision to live in a co-ed dorm next year.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa," you say, weird person who is still reading this entry for some reason. "I thought you were part of Douglass? I thought you lived in an all-girls' dorm? I THOUGHT YOU WERE A FEMINIST!!"
Calm down, there. I'm still part of Douglass, and I'm most certainly still a feminist. And for the most part, I am madly in love with my dormmates in Katzenbach. I don't regret making the choice to live here at all. I met some amazing women who I will be friends with until the day I die. But in high school, I grew used to having guy friends. I liked having guy friends, and I miss having them. I like to surround myself with a diverse group of people, and right now, my group of friends is almost entirely composed of women.
I also feel that by living in Katzenbach, I've been a little sheltered. I've visited co-ed dorms, and they're a lot more...rambunctious. And I can be rambunctious. In fact, I don't feel like I've been rambunctious enough this year (although I'm sure my friends will disagree).
And so, I will spend next year living among people of both genders, and hopefully I'll still be able to pass college and not die alone in a cardboard box.
Anyway, the moral of the story, incoming freshman: you might want to spend Summer 2011 in a coma, because once you come to college, YOU WILL NEVER SLEEP AGAIN.
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