Welcome to the Dorm

Last year I laughed about living in a “dorm” in Germany.  It was funny at the time, actually a joke because, well, it wasn’t a real dorm.  Karma has come back to bite me in my 27-year-old rear end as I return to the dorm scene.  The real one.

Granted, it’s a nice building.  Would be an apartment building were it not for the long hallways, almost 300 residents, and the fact that its foundation is built on a college campus.  We (my roommate and I), however, plan to refer to it as ‘the apartment’ as often as possible.

See, I’m not even a student here.  I am working as an intern in the Athletic Department and as an Assistant Basketball Coach.  While I miss the days of college athletics, all my friends being close-by, and not having a real job, I’ve found I don’t really miss the dorms.

The first night here I knew we had a problem.  The walls are paper thin.  Or is it that my neighbors are extremely loud?  I think it’s probably both, lucky me.  I felt like I could participate in their conversation about Channing Tatum.  We even heard someone’s cell phone go off above us last night.  The phone was on vibrate.

Though I did survive my first weekend in the college dorm– it wasn’t pretty.  I’m talking 3 am,-why-all-the-door-slamming?- ugly.  I never enjoyed how loud the dorms could be even at age 18 and 19.  At that time I had practices to be running in at 7:30am and I cherished seven to nine hours of sleep every night; something, it seemed, no one else did.  My teammates even called me “grandma” sometimes, joking about my sleep patterns.

I’m too old for the dorm life.  Last week, at a crowded bar, I actually used the phrase, “How ‘bout an excuse me?” as a guy shouldered past me.  There is nothing I can do but be thankful for my free housing, my 25-year-old roommate, and my fan that drowns out most of the rowdy noise; cuz grandma is living the dorm life until mid-May.

Danielle Clark

About Danielle Clark

I am 28 years old and for 5 years out of college I played basketball for a living. I was a professional basketball player in Europe so I spent most of my years there and came back to Maine for summers and a couple weeks at Christmas time. I thought my years there would open my eyes to what I want to be when I "grow up." That didn't happen. I have discovered, however, that I just have to try something. Just do things and toss myself into them. I have currently tossed myself into being a college basketball assistant coach and one on one reading tutor. I grew up in Corinna, Maine and have been a resident Mainer. I love sports, reading, writing, cooking, baking, watching movies... everything. I have lots of hobbies and not enough time in the day!