~ The purpose of life is a life of purpose ~

Emma and I moved Wednesday. usually this would be a very sad event. I have to admit that I was a little sad at first. But that was just because I didn't know how great my new room would be! We are officially the proud residents of 516 in Mabee Dorm. Actually our new room is worse than our old one, so I wouldn't say we're exactly "proud". My desk is falling apart and the carpet is bleached. The rubber trim is falling off in numerous places and our windows don't work the way they are supposed to. The old resident gave me all the little details of the room while she was checking out. I was actually a little surprised at how run-down the fifth floor is. I think it is slightly neglected by everyone. But it is extremely quiet and things don't echo like they did on the 4th floor. I can sneeze without being afraid I'll wake up everyone in a 50 foot radius. And our new suite-mates seem like a pleasant sort of people. Actually I haven't even met one of them and probably won't until January 10th.

It took my entire Wednesday to move from the 4th floor to the 5th. It was actually very awful. It was me and another girl going back and forth, helping each other move our belongings and both discovering that we have entirely to much junk. I've decided that I never want to move again. But in the end I think it was worth it. I hope the other girl feels the same way.

I had my first conversation with my old suite-mate the day I moved out. I lived there for 6 months and she didn't bother to talk to me until then. It was kind of weird. I was pretty much scared to death when she started talking to me. I think she was just as happy as I was about my leaving. It was a great feeling to turn my key to 418 into the RA. I do not miss living there.

Well, I am at work, sitting on my butt in sick-bay, listening to rap... Wow, I sound like a great employee. I think I should go do something productive for the clinic... like clean a bathroom.