Here's a little nugget I never considered: the mad rush to class when you've overslept your alarm. While living in the dorms, this phenomenon was a regular part of the week. I never batted an eye at running through the halls, in my pajamas, to my 8:30 class. "Just another stupid freshman" was never a title I avoided.
But you know what's unfortunate about living off-campus? The faulty alarm clock (I swear I didn't screw up A.M. and P.M.) is a lot more dangerous now. Found this one out my first week of classes. (Don't start-- I'm a senior.) As I fast walked like some crippled bank robber down West End avenue, I suddenly realized that living off-campus isn't really as cool as it seems. I mean, I had my first doubts when I caught myself talking with my coffee-pot because I was becoming bored with talking to myself, but this was the first real re-consideration that carried with it tangible consequences.
It wasn't until I got to school that I realized that the gig was up. I was 45 minutes late, and I officially accepted defeat. It was then, at that sad moment, that I admitted to myself that living off-campus comes with the responsibility of being punctual. Guess living on my own requires a reliable alarm clock.
And that's pretty unfortunate.
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