Only child woes

Adjusting to life on campus and learning how to share a room

Lately, I have often found myself missing home.

Not necessarily my overly-loving mother or my crazy pug, but a bed that is not a “bunk” and the ability to do my bathroom duties without the worry of a stranger walking in on me.

Moving to Ferris State University, I didn’t know what to expect living in the dorms.

I’ve always had my own bed, closet and bathroom, so after 18 years of being an only child, I didn’t know if I’d be ready to give those freedoms up just yet.

To the people who come from families with more than one sibling, I give you props. I don’t know how you do it. I feel like only children, like me, should be required to take a class on how to live with others and share their space, because I definitely wasn’t ready for it.

I’m not one of those only children who has never gone out into the world to meet new people. I come from a big town, so I’m used to being around many different personalities, just not in my personal space all the time.

Having a roommate is a completely new experience. It’s like having a sister I never exactly wanted. I find myself feeling selfish when she plays her music while I’m studying or spends extra time in the bathroom. Its college, no one needs to look that good anyways.

I’m at least thankful that my roommate and I get along well; we’ve all heard (or lived) those horror stories. We can stay up late for hours on end and talk about everything from where we grew up to how much we both don’t like going to our 8 a.m. classes. It’s kind of cool getting to know a stranger you’re going to be living with for the next year.

I have always seen myself as a friendly person, but I noticed when someone’s hair is in my sink or my shower and it isn’t mine, I can be kind of rude.

Speaking of showers, how does Ferris expect four girls to share one bathroom? Like seriously!

I still miss my bed, walk-in closet and my mom doing my laundry for me at my beck and call, but I guess that’s part of what college is all about.

Maybe I’m just the weird only child who is taking longer to adjust, but if there is someone out there that can give me some tips, it would be greatly appreciated.

If you see my mom, tell her I’m still waiting for her to send me a care-package with my favorite home cooked meal. Thanks!