The onset of Dorm Syndrome is most commonly seen in females during the freshman year of college. Well-bred young ladies who wouldn't be caught dead walking past their living room window in P.J.s and curlers suddenly begin to roam the halls of their dorm to their hearts content, taking out the trash with wet hair, getting the mail in mis-matched sweats, and coming down to the main floor (gasp!) bra-less to meet friends for a study group. Most people recover their modesty and good fashion sense, but I seem to be having a relapse.
Because I only have to walk to the end of the hall to get to the trash chute and my mail box is a short elevator ride a away, it's way too easy to convince myself that no one will see me in my claw clip, scrub pants, and Tshirt when I'm leaving the apartment but not the building. Thing is, this is NOT Brumby Hall at UGA.
Does anyone else have this problem? Because I've started to notice that I never meet anyone else roaming the building in their pajamas or meeting the delivery man in the lobby with wet hair. Oh God! It's starting...I'm letting myself go!
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