The summer before my freshman year, I spent $340 at a big-box store on a “complete dorm kit” and showed up on move-in day with a trunk full of stuff I never touched. Three novelty light strips, a fold-up ottoman that couldn’t hold a backpack, and a set of sheets that did not fit my…
My first dorm room was 11 by 13 feet, and I shared it with a roommate named Priya who owned a lot of shoes. By the second week of September, we had a floor that looked like an airport security checkpoint. There was exactly one path from the door to the window, and it involved…
My sophomore year, I wrote most of my essays on a dorm desk that was 24 inches deep, with my laptop balanced on two textbooks and a lamp I’d borrowed from the common room and never returned. By October my neck hurt, my charger was permanently knotted around a water bottle, and I’d started studying…
I once watched my cousin Priya try to close a dorm closet door with a winter coat, six pairs of shoes, and a laundry basket wedged inside it. The door bounced back open like it had opinions. Her closet was about 22 inches wide, and she was trying to fit a full wardrobe into it,…
My first dorm room had painted cinder block walls, a single fluorescent light, and a laminated sheet on the door that listed every fine I could possibly be charged. I put up four posters with regular tape on move-in day, and by October two of them were on the floor and the other two had…
Three days before move-in, my freshman roommate texted me a photo of her Pinterest board. It was all dark green walls, moody candles, and a vintage record player. My board was white linen, light wood, and about nine hanging plants. We were assigned a 12 by 14 foot cinderblock box with one window and a…
The summer before my sophomore year, I bought a bedding set solely because it was on sale, and then spent nine months living inside a color combination I can only describe as “dentist office waiting room.” Gray comforter, gray rug, a beige desk lamp. Nothing was wrong with any single piece, and that was exactly…

My first college apartment had one overhead light that made everyone look mildly ill, carpet the color of cold oatmeal, and a landlord who treated nail holes like a personal betrayal. I had $212 left after rent and a Target run I felt guilty about. Six weeks later, people were actually asking to hang out…

My cousin Priya moved into a 12 by 14 foot double at her university and spent the first three nights stacking her suitcases under a lofted bed like a very sad game of Tetris. By week two she had a desk, a reading chair, and a clothes rack under there, and her roommate kept wandering…

The first night in my freshman dorm, I sat on a bare plastic mattress under a flickering fluorescent tube and genuinely wondered if I had made a mistake. The room was 11 by 13 feet, shared with a stranger, and the only decoration was a laminated fire safety map. It took me about three weeks…