Living in Res

I got mail yesterday. Real mail. Not the fake e-mail kind. The real deal, paper envelope and all.
I actually got two pieces of mail but we're just going to talk about one.
Okay?
Good.
So it was a letter of acceptance to the resedence at Sheridan. It was a pretty boring read but I'm guaranteed a spot in the residence! How neat is that?

Personally, I think it's very neat. However, if all goes wrong, my residence experience could crumble like an old crumbly cookie. How? A crummy roommate. That's how. I mean what if I get stuck with a roommate with really flaky skin? I can't live with that, it's just not natural. How would you expect me to focus on my studies?
Second hand smoke is one thing but clouds of dry dead skin? It would plug my sinuses for sure. I'd have to have oxygen tubes up my nose all the time and I'd have to wheel one of those geeky oxygen tanks behind me. Sure the tubes would be transparent and the tank small, but everyone is still going to notice. "Hey look! There goes Oxygen Boy!". It would be horrible.

I want to be known as Benjamin - the coolest guy ever, not Oxygen Kid - can't breath right. It would end up in the year book too for the whole world to see. I would be forever scarred. Definatly wouldn't be able to hold a job, no one wants an employee with breathing problems nevermind rubber hoses up his nose. It's just something I really don't want to have to deal with. I already have enough trouble with my wonky knees, cracking like popcorn when ever I go up or down stairs.

At any rate, I'm sure my time at Res will be a hoot.