Last week and the beginning of this week, my dorm has gradually transformed into a ghost town. All the college freshman that were lining the halls, surrounding my room, have dissipated. My own roommate left Monday morning, disappearing without even saying goodbye.
Honestly, it was the crazy freshman that really got me through my internship. When I first got here, I felt alone, almost ostrisized; I was the intern who arrived late and the youngest kid living on my floor. I didn’t have friends when I arrived here and, honestly, I didn’t really find my niche with the interns, through we coexist fairly well now. It was the college freshman, who took me in as one of their own, accepting my quirks and embracing me as one of their own, feeding me tea and inviting me to watch shows and movies in their dorms, that helped take away some of the unease I felt abruptly changing environments in the way that I did.
Now that the halls are empty and my friends are gone, I don’t really know what I’m going to do. I’m going to miss the late night chats, the midnight pizza’s, and the random serenades. I just hope that I can make as many friends when I go off to school in the fall. In the meantime, I hope that I can get along with the cast enough that I might get close to a few people I wasn’t close to before. Who knows, maybe the changing of dorms this weekend will be a good thing; I might become friends with someone I never expected.