Actually, getting good grades hasn't been the issue. Making friends hasn't been a major issue (I think I just hold the title of "friend" higher than most people do). Getting phone numbers wasn't an issue (but my phone reseting itself and deleting all of them was). No, the real "hardest part" of college is sleeping.
Let's hit the basics: For the first 12 or 13 years of my life, I slept in an extra-long twin-sized bed every night, so it's not like a twin-sized bed is something that's new to me. For the past five years, though, I've been treated to the pleasure of sleeping in either a full or queen-sized bed every night, which is something that I've gotten accustomed to. I'm not used to not being able to roll over to the "other side" of the bed, which is especially an issue when the new "other side" of the bed is a 7 foot drop. Let me tell you, those "Oh hey, there's not any bed there" moments are NOT fun. The beds they give us barely offer any guard against falling off the side. I mean, clearly I haven't fallen to my death yet, but it's really only a matter of time.
Also, Bursley Hall, bless its nonexistent-but-sure-to-be-damned soul, isn't air conditioned. So it's hot at night. Especially on the seventh floor. Especially at the top of the room. Which is where my bed is. So what's the solution? Let's put our fans up on our beds! It actually works pretty well, unless the vibrations keep you awake, which only happens like a third of the time. Oh, or unless it's one of those annoying times when the fan falls off of the bed and makes a sound like a gun firing at close range and you jolt up like the people in the movies who just woke up from a nightmare, but this is actually terrifying because it's in the real world and it sounds like there's a gun in your room.
Nope, just the fan again.
Aside from that, when impromptu war noises aren't waking you up in the middle of the night, the world decides that you've been sleeping too well and sends a garbage truck to fix that. Every day, between 6 and 8 in the morning, a garbage truck drives by our window to dump the dumpsters a few floors below us. Guess how loud it is!
GUNSHOTS. EXPLOSIONS. OH MY GOSH CURL UP UNDER THE DESK IT'S NUCLEAR WAR OUT THERE I'M GONNA DIE OH MY GOSH
It's loud. It has the power to jolt me awake into another one of those terrified frenzies of WHAT THE F IS GOING ON!? before realizing that nothing "the f" is going on.
That's not even talking about the sounds from the hall itself. People running down it. random gunshot bangs from other rooms. The guy who sings in the bathroom at 2 in the morning (what the f?). These things keep me awake! It's not like I'm trying to go to bed before midnight or anything, I wouldn't expect the world to be quiet then. All I'm asking is for some peace a quiet at 1 in the morning so that I can painlessly drift asleep while my roommate watches prison break or plays counterstrike with headphones on in an effort to help create a quiet environment.
Oh yeah, that's the other mildly annoying thing. My roommate sleeps through just about everything. So it's really just me having difficulty sleeping, not anybody else that I know of.
Oh, and when I do finally get to sleep, which usually happens eventually, I have the weirdest dreams. Random war breaking out has been especially reoccurring...
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