The situation had become so ridiculously blown up, it was actually bordering on pathetic.
G irls running about briskly with determined looks on their faces their hands laden with seforim and notebooks of all shapes and sizes. The voices of renowned rabbanim whose words simultaneously captivate the mind and challenge the brain resound enthusiastically throughout the campus. Engaging discussions and DMCs dorm rooms boasting loud music and jolly laughter.
This is my seminary experience in a nutshell. My life at the moment. As an 18-year-old student my life is a dizzying whirl of working hard and having fun blending harmoniously. Here I recount the major event of a room change which heralded the beginning of my second year in sem. I was looking forward to getting to know new girls and broaden my horizons.
Seriously I never knew I owned so much stuff. Those fuzzy pink slippers from my grandmother that small battered diary — I mean where had these things come from? Oh and was that my long-lost parshah essay stuck behind the night table? I sighed in aggravation when thinking of the stress and panic its disappearance had caused only a few weeks prior.
My eyes quickly scanned our crowded room and I laughed to myself. It was just simple havoc. Chaos like never before. Mess everywhere. Wrappers made friends with long-forgotten papers and clumsy shoes as the carpet became slowly hidden barely identifiable.
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