I knew that when I signed up to live in on-campus housing that it wasn’t going to be all sunshine and roses. I knew that I would have to share a bathroom with 6 or 7 others, knew that I wasn’t going to be able to bring all the shoes that I wanted, and knew that I would be making a 20 minute trek from my dorm to my classes. I even knew that there was a chance that I wouldn’t like the dorm food (for the record, the dorm food is awful. Crunchy rice, wilted salad and more grease than I know what to do with). All of that didn’t seem to bad since I would be facing all of that in Scotland, and all of it would just add to the adventure. What I was not prepared for was living with 18 year olds again.
I signed up to live in what I thought was postgrad housing. Turns out, what I signed up for was a postgrad floor in an undergrad dorm. I’m not that old, but I feel way too old to be living with these little shitheels. I’m sure that I was no princess when I was their age, but I’d like to think I was better than they are. They run through halls screaming at 3 am, rip off name tags and destroy other people’s stuff and think it is perfectly acceptable to bring beer to a house meeting on responsible drinking. It is always a mystery on whether or not I am going to get a good night’s sleep, and everyone knows how I feel about my sleep. The lack of sleep is hard on my body, and I had made so much progress this summer with the Lupus, that I am going to kill a fresher if I relapse. Look for me on a future episode of Locked Up Abroad.
As I tried to shower tonight, the idiots that live below me had moved all the belongings out of a boy’s room and into the toilet, keeping me from being able to shower without having to go to another block on my floor. Shlepping my stuff around when all I want is a hot shower has made me cranky.
My cranky feelings are starting to rub off on the way I treat others lately as well. I have been grouchy with my friends, and being horrible to David. The boy keeps telling me how much he misses me, how he can’t wait for us to get married and have tiny humans and have a fun life together, and meanwhile I get grouchy over how expensive it is to send me peanut butter. I’m hoping now that it is the second week of classes and things have now officially begun that people will get busy and have less time to make me crazy.
While this is not the most productive or fun post I’ve done, it was a much needed vent before bed.