Done and done.
I definitely just spent my first night on a couch at school. And it wasn't half bad, either. Granted... I was sore and exhausted, and could have probably fallen asleep anywhere. But this was somehow special to me.
I feel like I've attained a certain right of passage... that somehow I'm finally a REAL student because I'm willing to sleep on public couches. Or maybe it just shows how pathetic and homeless I really am. However there definitely was a definite camaraderie amongst those of us in that room... a sense that we were bonded together in our sacrifice of warm, soft beds to the Gods of Higher Education.
I feel like I've attained a certain right of passage... that somehow I'm finally a REAL student because I'm willing to sleep on public couches. Or maybe it just shows how pathetic and homeless I really am. However there definitely was a definite camaraderie amongst those of us in that room... a sense that we were bonded together in our sacrifice of warm, soft beds to the Gods of Higher Education.