Hard-core weeding
It’s official: four dorm buildings and four roommates later, sanity is intact (mostly). In fact, I’m rockin’ the dorm life. I’ve learned you can fit two whole wardrobes in one room—not to mention skis, popcorn makers, and cellos. You can cook surprisingly appealing meals in a microwave (but don’t set off the fire alarm. Just don’t). And the best way to make new friends? Bake chocolate chip cookies in the floor kitchen. However, I’ve also learned what you can’t have in a dorm: pets. Okay, you can have fish. I remember well Otto, the Beta belonging to the hockey player across the hall freshman year. He was a nice little fellow. Sadly, Otto froze to death, and I got stuck fish-sitting his replacement every weekend after. Tragedy aside, would you want a depressed fish staring you down as you write papers? Probably not. But plants—plants are the perfect pseudo-pet. I admit my plants may have gained a little too much personality. Just ask my roommate—before we sh...