A loud laughter announces me through the sound of scraping suitcases, that a new resident has arrived. Personally I do not feel like making friends with anymore students here. Should I still godown?My roomate calls my name and I try to peek through the bannister to catch a glimpse of the newcomer but then I remember I forgot something rather important in my room. What could it be? The windowis wide-open causing the curtains to move and letting in the cold morning light.
It was a chilly Saturday morning , perfect for a day out to the skating rink, instead I woke up feeling rough withmy head still spinning from last night´s spirits my new mates and I shared on our first night out to celebrate our first week as freshmen students. It was very calm and quiet, sign of other people inthe floor sharing the same state of illness as me. The alarm clock ticked away in such an ear-piercing way I felt the need to get rid of it in the most uncivilized and unconsiderate way.
A couple oflitres of water later I manage to drag my body out of my cosy bed impregnated now with the smell of a pack of fags. I make it to the bathroom to check through the mirror if I was still in one piecewhich luckily enough I was. I immediately knew it was a day to stay in bed, trying to move the least possible, hydrating myself hoping the pounding headache would go sooner than expected. It isprobably needless to say that meeting with friends, girlfriend or just anyone in general was out of the question. As that last thought popped in my head I heard a loud laughter which announced methrough the sound of scraping suitcases, that a new resident had arrived. Personally I did not feel like making friends with anyone at that moment. Should I still have gone down?My roomate called myname and I tried to peek through the bannister to catch a glimpse of the newcomer but then I remembered I forgot something rather important in my room. What could it have been? The window was wide-open...
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