Now the reality was finally hitting me. I had just signed away my soul for the next four months for a room key. The ride up to the fourth floor was excruciatingly long. While I desperately wanted to see my new shag pad, I was still scared stiff. My resident adviser took me up to the door and waited while I fumbled with the lock.
Stupid thing is tricky.
Almost broke off my key and sprained my wrist trying open the door. But that s another story. None of my roommates had arrived back yet, but I knew I d be all right when I noticed they had left me a message on the dry erase board welcoming me and saying they d hoped I had a good Christmas break. Don t get me wrong, I love having the top bunk, but it is rather interesting to make my bed everyday standing on a chair. Jessica bounced into the room first, introduced herself and showed my where I could put my toothbrush.