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How I stopped singing the dorm-room blues
Originally appeared on spirituality.com
I loved college—except on weekends. I was studying at a "suitcase campus," meaning many students—including my roommate—went home at the end of the week. My own home was several hours away and I didn't have a car to get there. So there I was every weekend, on my own, staring at the dorm-room walls and waiting for Monday.
When I first got to college, it seemed like the start of a great adventure. I looked forward to my new-found independence and relished the idea of new challenges.
At first, everything went according to plan. As a music major, I played trumpet in the marching band, so my weekends often included performing at Saturday football games. This was how I had imagined college life would be. People stayed on campus and there were plenty of social activities.
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