2:00 am rolls around and you are staring at a white wall that meets another white wall and both of them reach up to a white ceiling. All the furniture is the same dull shade of fake wood and are covered in dings and scratches. The security light outside makes it hard enough to sleep but additional to that light there is the one in the hall that shines in around all the edges of the door. The sounds that intrude into your white walled room could very well be those of an asylum as well. Any noise at all is amplified down the narrow hall. Burst of laughter sound completely manic and deranged in the middle of the night. Sometimes, especially during finals week, you can hear people crying in there rooms. From above you hear the pounding of heavy feet that make you imagine the ceiling crumbling on top of you.
It is 2:00am you need to sleep but you can't get comfortable on the mattress that has a crazy spring poking you in the back. And every time you move the bed squeaks and the people next door can hear it too so you try to be quiet. This ,coupled with the beeps of microwaves and the screaming of bathroom stall hinges, creates a cacophonous drunken cricket like symphony of annoying sounds. Which only makes those walls seem even whiter in the semidarkness.
At some point you will eventually pass out and get some sort of rest. Only to be startled awake by everyone else's alarms and, eventually, your own. You will rise, dress, and sling that cumbersome back pack on your shoulders where it sits as if it were a natural part of your body. From here you will embark on another day. A day that will most likely blend into all the rest. A blur of lectures, notes, work, and homework; after all college is the best time of your life. However, you will find yourself laying in bed that night, once again staring at a white wall meeting another white wall both of which are topped with a white ceiling in the semi darkness. You will be hoping for sleep to come soon and rescue you from the spring jabbing your back.
