One Person’s Trash Heap is Another Person’s Dorm Room

After hitting the snooze button about three times this morning, I rolled out of bed and headed into the bathroom to complete another of my morning rituals, brushing my teeth. However, when I finally decided to open my groggy eyes I wasn’t very pleased with the scene before me. The sink I was about to attempt to use wasn’t its usual white porcelain self. Instead all I could see was the remained of my suite mate’s chili cheese chips, stuffed into the drain and smeared around the entire sink.

When I was done tapping my death threat to the culprit of this disgusting mess to the mirror of the bathroom, I took a good look at my home away from home. What I saw was, without exaggeration, grotesque. The desk of one of my former roommates sat in the middle of the hallway, covered with week old trash. Three more bags were piled up next to the closet that I remember cleaning out once before, despite the fact that nothing I own is in it. Finally, the common room was covered in the wrappers of what looked like an entire weekends worth of fast food runs.

While I love the girls I live with more than anything, some of them are, for lack of a better word, slobs. Hopefully at tonight’s suite meeting, thrown by one of my fellow fed-up roommates, I will become clear that this is in fact or home, and not a dump.