It's housing time.
The glorious weather is rent with shouts of glee from those guaranteed a 900 sq. foot room, to wails of pain from those guaranteed to be shafted. Tempers run high and morale dips low.
But you, my beloved 90 sq. foot shipping container with a window, you shelter me from the cares of the outside world. Here are a few things that I'm going to be reminiscing nostalgically about next semester:
1. Being able to look out the window towards Low Steps and gauge whether I should bring an umbrella to class that day by how many small children are running around. (Veritable daycare's worth = fantastic weather all day, 0-5 accompanied by adults checking their watches = chance of rain.)
2. Resting my elbows on the windowsill, inhaling the crisp morning air while enjoying the view of the Jersey shore, and then exhaling in relief that a vast landscape of rooftops and a river separate me from all the bumpits and spray tan canisters.
