I'll be honest, I never really had that dorm experience in school. I mean, not the one where you all share the same bathroom and giggle late into the night while talking about cute boys on campus. Okay, so maybe the last one happened... often. What I mean to say is that when I was at school for a whole two flipping years I lived in a dorm where we had suites. It allowed the girls on my floor to never leave their room or talk to other people. I loved the dorm I lived in, but the idea of community was harder to come by.
Two weekends ago [maybe longer? i can't really remember. my old lady brain is working miracles] I traversed back up to Massachusetts for a friends birthday. He was turning 21, and I wanted to partake in all that is alcoholic with him. Let's be real though. I can barely choke down Mike's Hard Lemonaid much less anything else. The taste of fermented anything doesn't really suit my fancy.
One of my stops in Massachusetts was to see my dear friend and former roommate Christine.
She graduates from Gordon this spring with a sigh of relief. Her fall semester was spent in Washington, DC interning at CNN. Her fall semester a year earlier was spent in Egypt. Essentially Christine has done big things.
We went back to her dorm room after some coffee in Gloucester, and I was reminded of the dorms that I was not a part of while at school. She lives with another lovely girl in a dorm where the beds, desks, and closets are bolted to the walls, and all the girls on the floor share a bathroom.
Her roommate has a copious amount of sneakers. This does even include all the ones in and around her closet! Sneaker junky much? :)
I am so thankful for the time I was given at Gordon. I was not ready to graduate at all when my time was up. I am also thankful for the dorm I was placed in while attending that institute. I loved loved loved the girls on my floor. Of course, everything always does seem sweeter after the fact as memories are formed into something that they may not have been. I did really love my school though. Anyone who knows me can attest to that.
One thing that I have always adored about Christine is her ability to speak candidly, openly, and deeply about many matters. We used to have these really intense conversations when we lived together because often our opinion on matters are vastly different. However, we both know that we can discuss subjects deeply with each other because no matter what we are still friends. Well, unless she were to set fire to my house and steal my dog. We might not be friends then. I have confidence that neither of those things will ever occur, however.