I’m sick of all the good on campus. The pizza, the subs, the “fresh� chicken and fries. All of it. So I’ve been going to Chipotle more than I should. I go there enough to know it’s only five minutes away by bike, about twenty on foot. But this is college—I should be glad I’m not subsisting purely off Ramen noodles or becoming acquainted with the freshman 15.

It’s Family Weekend. I didn’t tell my family about Family Weekend, so they’re not here. Consequently, most of my suitemates are gone and I have the room to myself. It’s nice to get some me time; I’ve been living without it since I got here. “Me time� means I can get back from socializing all night at 7 a.m. and sleep till 5. It means I can shower as long as I want. It means I can pump my music till quiet hours kick in at 1 a.m. It means I’m bored.

I guess I’m not really bored; I like my me time. Besides, once nighttime sets in, there are always people hanging out in their common rooms, and I can stop by and hang out with them. That’s probably the best thing about this dorm: being able to just walk around and having so many options. There are always people playing Guitar Hero or Halo or watching movies or playing board games or just talking. Last night at around 2 a.m. I made my way ’round the floors and stopped in a friend’s suite. We watched VH1, played Clue, and talked about mathematical scandals till 5 a.m. Best night ever.