Welcome to the Fletch

So this started out as the classwork that we were working on in class. I had the idea of describing a dorm. But as I started writing it started going in a completely different direction. So i just kinda went with it... whoops? I dont think i'm done with it yet either...

Until I came to Greenville I know nothing of dorm life, or living with 700 other people for that matter. My first week of dorm life flat out sucked. Today I would be moving into another building on the other side of campus; I had no idea what to expect.
I would be calling Fletcher Hall home for the next eight or so months, at first glance it seemed to tower above me; encompassing all sunlight in sight.

 So intimidating:

 Little did I know it was about to get worse as I entered through those large black double doors of doom. Upon entrance I noticed stairs that led to a strange large room on the right. The left held another set of nerve-wrecking double doors.


Which way was I supposed to go?…


The set of doors looked the most promising. Walking towards them I passed what looked like thousands of mailboxes. How would I find mine?


And for that matter… where is my mail key?


Choosing the doors was a bad idea; they were locked. I decided to turn back and head up to the strange room on the right. There were a few people, sitting around doing school work and socializing. I was too ashamed to ask them what to do. Behind me I heard the black double doors of doom open. Someone was coming in and heading towards the locked doors. I nonchalantly turned around to follow them. Maybe they knew something I didn’t…






They used their room key to open the door…?






The elevator ride up to the seventh floor seemed to last an hour. I stood there quietly trying to forget the fact that it felt as if the elevator was about to explode every time it moved.


I reached the seventh floor and was surprisingly greeted by my new RA, who was assembling a bulletin board. He seemed nice, kind of a tool.


He pointed me in the direction of my room, the last one at the very end of the hall. As I strolled down the empty hallway I could hear the sound of music greater louder with each step I took. Halfway down the hall I started to hear an awful sound. The sound you expect a cat to make during labor. Someone was trying to sing along to the song.


Stopping in front of my room, 702, I realized the wretched noise was coming from inside.