Rebecca Culbreth- Dorm Wilderness

I just read Megan's entry on how her wilderness is her dorm room, and it occurred to me how true that really is. Upon first walking into my "home away from home" I was terrified. A prison is the perfect way to describe it. My future looked bleak. When my parents said those dreaded words, "Alright well have fun! Call us in a few days!" I wanted to throw a temper tantrum until they agreed to take me back home with them. Home; where I am comfortable and at ease in my surroundings. Daily I faced new things; "wild" things. The new odd smells (the reeking clothes and equipment from the hockey player's room next door), the unnerving sounds (my hallmates screaming at all hours of the night), and sharing a bathroom with three other girls all made life here very hard to adjust to. However, I think that almost everyone has conquered their wilderness. Whether it is with posters on the plain white walls, making friends with their suite-mates, or burying their nose in the books, we have all come to know and trust the place around us. Now, halfway through the year, this wilderness has lost some of its "wild."