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Contributed by EmJaye
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Wednesday, 07 May 2008 |
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(editor's note: we are tad late posting this but it is still great final column, thanks EmJaye!)
What a difference four years makes.
Four years ago, I was nineteen and finishing my freshman year here at WSU. I lucked out somehow and managed not to have any finals that semester, so I arranged to leave campus a whole week early, entirely excited to know that I would be home a week earlier than expected.
Now, I’m twenty-two and once again living through a finals week without any finals, but the idea of going home early makes me want to cry. I’ve somehow fallen in love with this city and this school and I don’t want to leave it, even though I’m excited to be graduating on time.
During these four years in the dorms, I’ve learned that people are not who you think they are when you first meet them, although that isn’t always a good thing (for an example, my earlier column about the creepy guy named B). I’ve learned that, even though we are all adults now and we’re living away from our parents, we’re all still pretty much high school students at an extended sleep over.
I’ve made friends and I’ve met people that I wish I hadn’t and I’m so glad that this is the school I decided to come to because six years ago, I thought that the best school for me was UW (I’ve since learned how wrong I was).
During this past week, since I didn’t have any finals to study for, I’ve spent more time with the people on my floor and realized that even the people I couldn’t stand all year are fun in their own ways. I’ve realized that, although the boys on my floor are pretty much perverts, they are really amusing, fun perverts. I’ve learned that the girls who didn’t say anything to me all year were just stressed because of school and wrapped up in high school-esque drama and that it wasn’t because they weren’t friendly, because they were wrapped up in their own little worlds. And I’ve learned that living in the dorms is actually a lot more fun than most people give it credit for being.
When I leave Pullman for the last time on Sunday morning, I know that I’m going to be holding back tears because this place is more of a home to me than my parents’ house is now, a feeling I’m hoping most of you are familiar with as well. And for those of you who aren’t familiar with it, give it time. If you give Pullman half a chance, I think that you’ll find that it’s a great place to live (despite our current winter that would never end) and if you give WSU a quarter of a chance, I’m hoping that you’ll fall for the school as much as I have.
So, with that, this will be my last Dorm Life column. I hope that I haven’t given too much of a negative impression of the dorms here, bad reviews are just so much more fun to write than good ones. To anyone thinking about continuing to live in the dorms instead of moving into the apartments or a house, I say go for it. It costs more, but the experience is much more entertaining. |
