Dorm Life

I like many things about dorm life. One of the things I like most about it, actually, is hearing people walking past my room in the night when I can’t sleep well. I like the feeling of security it gives me, hearing voices I recognize. It makes it harder to imagine things like serial killers and monsters in the closet, etc., etc.

I also like having other people take care of things for me. Like cooking. I can’t cook, and I admire people who can. I’m afraid of putting things in the oven and I baked my first thing ever (a Bundt cake) about a week ago, with much assistance from my mother. I like having a dining hall where I can go and eat things someone has prepared for me.

I like never having to be alone. I don’t need to talk to people during the day, but I do need to go somewhere and see them mulling about. The Danna Center houses a food court, dining hall, shops, assorted meeting rooms, and CCs coffee lounge, a room which I am extraordinarily partial to because I can go get my tea and scones at three o’ clock and read the Economist to the sound of people talking and studying and generally mulling about (I also like doing this because it makes me feel very British).

I like having my own space. I don’t like cleaning it, but I like having a space which I control completely, which has my things and which no one can enter without my permission.

But I just can’t take it anymore. I’m losing my singing voice. The walls aren’t as thin as they are in many dorm halls I’ve been in/heard about, but they’re still rather thin and I’m afraid I’ll mess up or sound awful and someone will hear me, or I’ll sing very well but bother someone who’s studying. Oddly enough, it isn’t my range I’m losing— it’s my ability to sing notes quickly. I can’t trill anymore or keep up to a fast song, and it’s bothering me tremendously.