Dorm -1 ~ Jessie - 0

I am sitting in front of my fan, letting the nice breeze from it evaporate the sweat that I built up fighting with my dorm room. Yes, my dorm. I seem to be the Queen of battles with inanimate objects. Although the last time I checked, spiders are animate.

Anyway, for the first time during orientation, we were giving a break. Everything for the past couple of days has been "Go go go go go!" and "You need to be here right after you do this, which is after this and after this." In so many words, we were captives in our new environment, which they are trying to make a home for us. Homes usually require an adaption period, including doing more than just sleep within them. Moving on -- since I don't have a roommate, I moved in practically like I did. everything of mine was on one side of the room, leaving a giant hole on the door end. I suppose since my room at home is pretty cluttered and small, this made me feel uneasy. I looked at that empty space and all I saw was nothing - a nothing that started to make me very sad and miss home. After staring it down and thinking for about a half-an-hour, I decided now was the best time to attack.

I moved my fridge and bed, looking around for the best "Feng Shui" way to put everything, as well as in a way it would fit! Upon doing that, I realized it would look nice to put some of my wire-collapsible-make-your-own-overly-complicated shelves near the fridge and coffee maker, making it a little kitchenette - without the sink, or anything else resembling kitchen appliances. So I proceeded to dismantle the one from beside my bed since I didn't need one two crates high. Then came the hard part - putting the extra shelves on the one by the fridge. When I was moving in, Josh and my Dad had a hell of a time putting the suckers together, but I figured it was just because it needed a certain finesse that they didn't have, that of COURSE I had. Wrong. I fought with those damned things for over an hour, building and rebuilding them, connecting one only to find out that the other had popped off. It was like an old Goofy cartoon where if something went wrong, it did.

Finally, I got it all up. I put my coffee fixins up top, my dishes on the lower shelves, and then put the one shelf next to my bed. Standing there, looking at my handy work, I had an epiphany. I could have just switched the shelves from the one wall with the one beside my bed, meaning no need for dismantling. Battle lost.