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Dorm Life - Personal Narrative 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 …show more content…

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

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