Laying Dorm-ant

If Mr. Sandman were to tell my tale, I've been living in college dorms for the past several months.

These dreams are getting to be annoying. Every week it seems I get placed in a situation where I'm in the last day before I have to leave the dormitory, and I'm faced with either a decision or a harried bit of travel of some sort.

A month or so ago, I had to leave my dormitory, which was located in Chicago, to make it over to Boston. For whatever reason, I decided I didn't want to fly out of Chicago, so I made my way toward Indianapolis instead.

A couple weeks ago, I had a party raging on in my dorm. Weird collection of people, from family members to online friends to co-workers to utter strangers. I was worried I wouldn't be able to clear the partiers out of the room and clean up before I had to check out.

Let's not even mention the two or three times I've had visions of checking out of my dorms in Toronto, Ontario, of all places, trying to rush over to the airport loaded with all my junk to make a flight at the airport back to the U.S.

And last night, I had to decide whether to clear out my dorm for the summer, or whether the school actually covered the costs of my room and I could still use it in lieu of making a long commute from home to take classes. The indecision I went through as to whether to pack or not was torturous.

Well, at least I haven't gotten any of those "trying to desperately find the location of a final for a class that I've barely studied for" dreams that were the norm for a long while. That got REAL old and then some...