Valerie, Who Lives in Orange Alley

Dorm Suite Home

Allow me to paint this picture for you. I graduated from a small school in a small town June 2011. Small means I was #2 of 40. As much as I can boost about my grades I was not some total nerd. I could also put 80 percent for the school clubs on the list of things I’ve done. I was prom queen too if that counts for anything. I guess that I could say that I struck out when I came to love though… I was a total loser my freshman year and that took a huge toll on my self esteem. So sure by Senior year I had found another just a screwed up as I was. I had added two people to the list of people I had shove their tounge down my throat.    

I suppose I add this because a certain amount of lies seep from my lips through out my adventure. I don’t partially enjoy lying, it’s just that I had this awesome chance at a new beginning and I had a chance to reinvent myself as someone other than the crazy straight line tight ass I was in high school. I’m not saying that I went in letting all of my morals loose but I guess that I went in typical me, not caring what anyone thought of me. I still don’t. 

  Now, if anyone out there is still reading this, I’ll get to the point. So here I am, it’s August 18, 2011 and I’m in the car waving Good-Bye to my best friend, I honestly thought that it would be the last time I ever saw her. Hey, what else is a girl who is leaving her small town for college 3 and a half hours away suppose to think? I knew what would happen we’d  grow distant and hardly talk. We were inseparable in high school. I hardly slept that night. I was nervous to go to college. I was really well liked in high school and the idea that I had to start with nothing was really intimidating.

The thing that they don’t tell you about college is the shock of freedom. The second your parents leave, you feel a rush of freedom. Some go nuts and others grow up. I would like to think that I grew up a lot because of it. The first day I met my Roommate, while we are sorta similar I don’t think she liked my blazing red hair at first. But hello we are on day one. The first day was a huge blur, there is so much to take in and automatically learn off the bat! 

By day two the girls of 402 where beginning to get to know each other, Allow me to introduce my roommate Britney, a dancer, she’s blond. And two of our other six suite mates. Candy, she’s german, and her roommate Alex, she’s sort of dependent. As the days go on you’ll find I like them more or less. Day two we had this huge Floor meeting for the first years, I mean hello, none of the other students where there other than the orientation leaders, which happens to include Jon, he also lives on the fourth floor of our building. I guess I should mention that my building is a)DRY, not that campus is, but it’s mad strict. b) It’s organized by suites the only one on campus and our floors have four suites (not the first floor) and that allows the floors to be CO-ED.

So here I am sitting on the floor of suite 400, and in walks this kid with a TV. Uh… Yeah. I was confused until our very witty RA Teddy spoke up and made some comment about how the upper level students would be moving in. Well here he was in jeans with a ripped knee and a gray shirt. His hair flying every where as it was longer than most standards. His nose is kinda big, but I know I was bitting my lip, because as the first guy I saw in his natural habitat I knew I was in trouble and college was going to be this amazing time and place. Frankly, he set my fears down just a notch. Of course I never told him this. Oh, let’s remember that at this time he’s still a nameless boy who moved in a day early to room D of 400. I didn’t know it at the time, but those blue eyes had not seen the last of me.