Clinging to My Identity
The three of us drove down to Virginia on Friday and spent the weekend settling into what was to be our home for the school year. Our dormitory was tucked away beside a fountained lake toward the back of the campus, situated on a street lined with dormitories and frat houses. It seemed that freshmen were the main occupant of our building, which meant that raucous parties would soon be unavoidable. Beth and I shared a room on the third floor with a small hallway that connected to Joel’s room and our shared bathroom. There were several common areas on each floor, consisting of an outdated kitchen, a game room with pool tables, dart boards, and pinball machines, and a spacious chamber that consisted of nothing but tables and couches. “I certainly hope they pay people
