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dorm room When a girl is dreaming of going to college, living in a dorm is When a girl is dreaming of going to college, living in a dorm is probably not in the array of things that are being dreamt of. Going to college is supposed to be about freedom and living in your own apartment or house, right? Who wants to live with another girl in a 10 x 15 room? Who wants to have to use a bathroom and shower that is shared among thirty other girls? Not many people would say yes to these questions. I know I certainly didn’t when I was planning for college. When my mom told me that she wanted me to live in the dorm my freshman year, I was absolutely devastated. I had planned on having my own place. No matter how hard I tried to argue that a dorm was not a safe and healthy place for me to live, my mom came back with a never-ending list of why I should live in one. Now that I have spent almost three months of my college life in a dorm that houses over nine-hundred girls of my same age, I have come to realize that my mom was right in telling me that dorm life has its advantages. On that dreaded Saturday morning when my family and I were standing in a line that seemed at least a mile long, to get an elevator up to my room. I was certain that I would hate living in the dorm. All I could see was a billion and one girls in bitchy moods because it was taking forever to move stuff in. No one seemed friendly and I could just imagine all the girls with terrible attitudes, myself included, that day having to live together and never really getting a break from each other. I was ready to turn around and go home at any second. All I would have had to hear was “let’s go” and I would have been out of there. After many trips to and from the car and countless minutes of standing in line, we finally got all of my belongings moved into my room. The time came for my family to leave me. I started to hate my new home more than ever. I said goodbye to my parents at least twenty times and returned to my room. I thought that I would never feel at home again. After unpacking some of my stuff and organizing my room, I decided that I should make the best of it and meet my neighbors. When I met all of the girls on my hall, a weird feeling of comfort came over me. I wasn’t alone. I had met sixty or so girls who were in my exact same position. I slowly began to feel like I would be okay. I was surrounded by girls who were having the same feelings that I was. It was comforting to know that there would always be somebody around that would understand some of the feelings I was having because they were probably having them too. I had hundreds of potentially new friends. I had three days until classes started and three weeks until rush started. I was looking forward to rush because I would meet a lot of girls who were looking for the same thing that I was, a place where we felt accepted and at home. I knew that when I joined a sorority that I would make at least forty-five new friends. My only worry was what I would do until then. I decided that I would spend my time meeting new girls, ones that were rushing and ones that weren’t and go out with them. For three weeks, every night was an adventure. Up until about thirty minutes before we went out, no one really knew who was going with us and what exactly we would be doing. It seemed like every night I met about fifty new people. Not only was I meeting girls my age, I was meeting guys and girls who were older or girls who just didn’t live in the dorm. I liked this a lot because nearly everywhere I went I saw a familiar face. I met a variety of people from all over our country. I started to realize what college was all about. I am glad that I was exposed to so many different kinds of people. If I didn’t live in the dorm, I might not have had the chance to meet them. After three weeks of doing nothing but hanging out with new people and making new friends, rush came. Again, for a week I would spend the majority of my time with 600 new girls, most of which lived in my dorm. When Bid Day came it was so exciting to meet all the girls who decided to pledge the same sorority as I did. It came to my surprise that a lot of the girls were ones that I had met before at the dorm. Ever since bid day, I have spent a lot of my time with my pledge sisters but I love the fact that I know three times as many girls that aren’t in my pledge class. If I lived off campus, I would probably not know as many different girls that weren’t in my pledge class. Now I have forty-four new friends that were a lot like me and tons that were completely different. I can definitely say that the best thing about living in the dorm is the different variety of friends you make. Another big plus of living in a dorm is that your closet grows to be about twenty times as big. If you ever get tired of wearing your own clothes, all you have to do is walk down the hall. You can find girls everywhere that want to share their clothes and have the coolest wardrobe. I can honestly say that you would never have to wear the same thing twice if you didn’t want to. What girl doesn’t like that? On top of always having a cute outfit, if you ever need a date, there is always a girl who can set you up with one of her guy friends. Living in a dorm definitely has its disadvantages: sharing a small room, bathrooms, showers, and washing machines. Although all of these things are a burden, the advantages and opportunities that come along with dorm life, without a doubt override the disadvantages. Just from my personal experience and comments made by other girls, I would definitely recommend that every freshman girl live in a dorm. There is nothing that I would take for the different people that I have met and made friends with just by living in the dorm. probably not in the array of things that are being dreamt of. Going to college is supposed to be about freedom and living in your own apartment or house, right? Who wants to live with another girl in a 10 x 15 room? Who wants to have to use a bathroom and shower that is shared among thirty other girls? Not many people would say yes to these questions. I know I certainly didn’t when I was planning for college. When my mom told me that she wanted me to live in the dorm my freshman year, I was absolutely devastated. I had planned on having my own place. No matter how hard I tried to argue that a dorm was not a safe and healthy place for me to live, my mom came back with a never-ending list of why I should live in one. Now that I have spent almost three months of my college life in a dorm that houses over nine-hundred girls of my same age, I have come to realize that my mom was right in telling me that dorm life has its advantages. On that dreaded Saturday morning when my family and I were standing in a line that seemed at least a mile long, to get an elevator up to my room. I was certain that I would hate living in the dorm. All I could see was a billion and one girls in bitchy moods because it was taking forever to move stuff in. No one seemed friendly and I could just imagine all the girls with terrible attitudes, myself included, that day having to live together and never really getting a break from each other. I was ready to turn around and go home at any second. All I would have had to hear was “let’s go” and I would have been out of there. After many trips to and from the car and countless minutes of standing in line, we finally got all of my belongings moved into my room. The time came for my family to leave me. I started to hate my new home more than ever. I said goodbye to my parents at least twenty times and returned to my room. I thought that I would never feel at home again. After unpacking some of my stuff and organizing my room, I decided that I should make the best of it and meet my neighbors. When I met all of the girls on my hall, a weird feeling of comfort came over me. I wasn’t alone. I had met sixty or so girls who were in my exact same position. I slowly began to feel like I would be okay. I was surrounded by girls who were having the same feelings that I was. It was comforting to know that there would always be somebody around that would understand some of the feelings I was having because they were probably having them too. I had hundreds of potentially new friends. I had three days until classes started and three weeks until rush started. I was looking forward to rush because I would meet a lot of girls who were looking for the same thing that I was, a place where we felt accepted and at home. I knew that when I joined a sorority that I would make at least forty-five new friends. My only worry was what I would do until then. I decided that I would spend my time meeting new girls, ones that were rushing and ones that weren’t and go out with them. For three weeks, every night was an adventure. Up until about thirty minutes before we went out, no one really knew who was going with us and what exactly we would be doing. It seemed like every night I met about fifty new people. Not only was I meeting girls my age, I was meeting guys and girls who were older or girls who just didn’t live in the dorm. I liked this a lot because nearly everywhere I went I saw a familiar face. I met a variety of people from all over our country. I started to realize what college was all about. I am glad that I was exposed to so many different kinds of people. If I didn’t live in the dorm, I might not have had the chance to meet them. After three weeks of doing nothing but hanging out with new people and making new friends, rush came. Again, for a week I would spend the majority of my time with 600 new girls, most of which lived in my dorm. When Bid Day came it was so exciting to meet all the girls who decided to pledge the same sorority as I did. It came to my surprise that a lot of the girls were ones that I had met before at the dorm. Ever since bid day, I have spent a lot of my time with my pledge sisters but I love the fact that I know three times as many girls that aren’t in my pledge class. If I lived off campus, I would probably not know as many different girls that weren’t in my pledge class. Now I have forty-four new friends that were a lot like me and tons that were completely different. I can definitely say that the best thing about living in the dorm is the different variety of friends you make. Another big plus of living in a dorm is that your closet grows to be about twenty times as big. If you ever get tired of wearing your own clothes, all you have to do is walk down the hall. You can find girls everywhere that want to share their clothes and have the coolest wardrobe. I can honestly say that you would never have to wear the same thing twice if you didn’t want to. What girl doesn’t like that? On top of always having a cute outfit, if you ever need a date, there is always a girl who can set you up with one of her guy friends. Living in a dorm definitely has its disadvantages: sharing a small room, bathrooms, showers, and washing machines. Although all of these things are a burden, the advantages and opportunities that come along with dorm life, without a doubt override the disadvantages. Just from my personal experience and comments made by other girls, I would definitely recommend that every freshman girl live in a dorm. There is nothing that I would take for the different people that I have met and made friends with just by living in the dorm. Bibliography:

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