As a junior, I was really lucky in the campus housing lottery and landed myself a "dingle". (For any non-college students reading this, that's a single student living in a double, a room meant for two). I had more space than I knew how to use.
This arrangement, which came without the company of a roommate, did get lonely sometimes, but it also gave this introvert the privacy she treasures. It had a thermostat just for me and a carpeted floor beneath my toes. It was able to contain all of the family and friends who surprised me there, on two separate occasions, for my twenty-first birthday. The two beds gave me the freedom to have sleepovers whenever I wanted.
But do you want to know the best thing about that room?
I had my own bathroom.
| And this was just my side. |
But do you want to know the best thing about that room?
I had my own bathroom.