Title: Moving Into Jail

Moving into college, especially SU, can be a sort of hell in itself. Well no, a sort of jail. 

Upon arrival, the barren walls of your dorm room remind you of something. Something familiar. Those white walls- a metaphorical hell we all know as a run-of-the-mill dorm room. Oh and don’t forget those desk chairs. Those fucking chairs that squeak and screech like no other. And the twin bed you are provided, consistently creaking when the smallest of weight is put on top. Your bed squawks at you when you attempt to relax. A jail I say! A jail!

Though summer was unbearably hot, the day of move-in trumps any other summer day. The world is against you as you get to know your jail cell. SU should provide the shackles for you. As you notice every missing essential, you grow weary. Not only do classes start the next day but you will be broke and have spent yet another night in your jail cell. Your family and good friends home in their warm beds, you on your cold, most likely disease-ridden mattress. Of course you had brought sheets, but you purchased the wrong size. 

Don’t get me started on the communal bathrooms. I ask myself why. WHY COMMUNAL??? Every time I shower there is only a small sheet of plastic that divides me from the rest of the bathroom. And whenever I am showering and one is simultaneously using the bathroom, well let’s just say the water stops for a sec. Oh and don’t forget the RA’s, the dorms’ personal warden. Whenever you sense the presence of an RA, beware for they are the beholder of SU rules. 

And the food. Say a prayer before walking into the deg dining hall. I could compare deg food to prison food, but I’m unsure that either are entirely food at all. The common caught food poisoning urges others to beware of not just the uncooked chicken but the ordinary meals in general. You’re trapped. 

When I first began my moving-in journey, I assumed everything was packed. Well, you know what assuming can do to a person. And due to my becoming an ass, I spent half of the money in my bank account on forgotten essentials and snacks at Target. Yet there was little money to start with, so you scroll through the low paying jobs on campus. The woes of moving in are endless because I thought it may be rewarding in a way. I thought quite wrong. Again, assuming makes quite an ass of oneself. 

On top of everything, you have the knowledge that you will soon be broke, yet you refuse to accept that knowledge. All that summer money you made gone in an instant. All that summer self-confidence crumbling with each inconvenience. Everything is in a state of destruction. 

And you think to yourself, I can’t wait to move out.