There's no better feeling in the world than packing up your things and moving into your first college dorm room. You're finally on your own -- a full fledged adult! You can come and go as you please with no need to explain to your mom where you're going or when you'll be back. Curfews? Yeah, right. You're eager to make new friends, to tackle your classes and ... to party hard, of course. What you don't realize is how much you'll be learning about yourself.
That's right. You'd think after 18 years you'd know yourself pretty well, but you're wrong! After four years of living with different people -- people who may be your complete opposite -- you'll actually come to realize who you really are ... just like I did with these realizations.
Angry Panda and I have a lot in commonvia Giphy.com
Before my dorming days I thought of myself as an easygoing person. I was soft spoken, always very calm and never had gotten into any big arguments -- I was chilling. It wasn't until I lived with five other women during my first two years in college that I figured out I had a hidden anger management issue ... or maybe that's when it developed.
Living with other people who don't see eye-to-eye with you, or who don't have the same habits, can be highly frustrating. No, not everyone will clean up after themselves ... and no, not everyone cares about how early you have to get up the next day. This can either help your inner Gandhi flourish, or it can release the Angry Panda in you. Don't touch my things or else!
I’m annoying clean, not helpful cleanvia Giphy.com
For the first 18 years of my life, my mother nagged me about how filthy I was. Little did I know that I was actually super clean. Let me reiterate: I lived with five other women my first two years in college ... that's a whole lot of mess. Shower drains were constantly clogged, cereal bowls were left everywhere and let's not even get started on the pads/tampons situation.
The point is, you'll either figure out that you're a neat freak who can't stand the chunks of toothpaste left on the sink, or figure out that you're laissez-faire when it comes to the piles of clothes that are eating your bed. Either way, anticipate lots of arguing about cleaning schedules.
My facial expressions have no chillvia Giphy.com
Before college I had no idea how expressive my face could truly be. Like I mentioned before, you'll have to deal with people whom you may not like that much. Instead of saying anything negative, I'd keep quiet ... too bad my face would give away everything I was feeling! Oops. By the end of my four years of dorming I had become a side-eye and eye-roll master.
Despite my Barney upbringing, sharing is not caring!via Giphy.com
As a child I could already tell I wasn't made for the sharing life. It wasn't until dorming, however, that I realized I loathed sharing ANYTHING. College kids aren't the most mindful when it comes to others' property (like the one and only time I shared my laptop with a friend who later on deleted all of my files, that was fun). No, you may not use my nice cast iron pot for your jello shots. Also, don't even stand on my side of the bedroom ... it's mine!
I need at least 10 minutes and two cups of coffee before I start moving in the morningvia Giphy.com
College classes are rough, especially after pulling an all-nighter (whether that all-nighter was for studying or partying is your call -- I don't judge). The thought of having to wake up so early and deal with an apartment full of roommates definitely made me realize that in order to hold a conversation at 7 a.m., I'd need lots o' coffee and a good 10 minutes to warm up.
Filter? What Filter?via Giphy.com
Ah, remember when your mother used to tell you, "If you have nothing nice to say, don't say it at all?" Well, my mother didn't say that enough to me. As I've mentioned, you're no longer in the comfort of your home when you're dorming. Your family and friends may know you very well, but your new roommates do not!
I quickly discovered that I had no filter at all. What I thought was what you got, and while I meant no malice with what I said, some people didn't necessarily take a liking to that. Oopsies.
I like to win the gold medal at the gymvia Giphy.com
If you're like me, you might want to keep the freshman 15 off when you begin dorming. By going to the gym with my roommate, I discovered that I could be awfully competitive. I was that girl who would look at your treadmill and bump up hers. I would run faster, longer and win our imaginary race in my mind! Thanks to my competitive spirit, I was not only able to keep off the freshman 15 but lose another 15. *snaps*
Like the Godfather, I’d like to know if I have your loyaltyvia Giphy.com
There were two types of women in my dorm, one being the sorority sisters and the other being the girls who would spend their Friday nights re-watching episodes of "New Girl" in their sweats. There was no in-between!
So, had a friend chosen to party with the TZA members -- instead of attending the Friday night rager that was watching TV in PJs while eating ice cream in my room -- you were dead to me (read with Jersey accent). There was no fraternizing with the enemy. Capisce?
I judge others by how they cook, Gordon Ramsay-stylevia Giphy.com
I was spoiled throughout my childhood by having my wonderful mother teach me her greatest cooking secrets. I did not starve while dorming nor did I have to depend on the pasta line for sustenance. Most of the time I would offer to cook for my friends and, in return, they would offer to cook for me. It was as I ate their tough, salt-less pasta with burnt tomato sauce from a can that I realized I judged people by how they cook. Sarah went from being a lovely, sweet girl to an incompetent human being who didn't even know how to fry an egg. Peasant.