Eleven times a day I wish I was here with my best friend.
Ten different kinds of "ice breakers" that make me cringe.
Nine nights, at least, when I've run into ten times as many drunk people as I have sober people.
Eight times I've thought, "hell there's got to be a better school than this."
Seven nights when the drunken lovers of my hallmates were pounding on the walls past 2:30 in the morning.
Six nights when people I don't even know have walked in my room or at least tried to open my locked door.
Five articles of clothing I've had stolen from the laundry room.
Four nights of clubbing that have turned me off of clubbing.
Three times I've evacuated my residence hall because the fire alarm went off.
Two cases of Arson in my residence hall alone.
One sociology class that leaves me questioning society for all the wrong reasons.
