tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255018715652778469.post510232571436151472..comments2024-01-22T14:15:23.975-08:00Comments on The DayMaker: A Fetching of Firsts, Part 5: First Dormitory LivingAnnis Cassellshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04956658096326753578noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255018715652778469.post-78213955674409794632013-05-10T19:31:54.530-07:002013-05-10T19:31:54.530-07:00Sounds like a terrific experience for you. I think...Sounds like a terrific experience for you. I think "cross-pollination" works to everyone's advantage. Thanks so much for sharing your story. xoAAnnis Cassellshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04956658096326753578noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255018715652778469.post-648809399009418372013-05-10T15:34:41.989-07:002013-05-10T15:34:41.989-07:00The first time I lived on my own away from home? I...The first time I lived on my own away from home? I was left alone at home quite often, you see. <br /><br />When I went to college, I remember filling out the roommate profile sheet. I am not, nor was I ever, a smoker. I remember contemplating that box and decided not to check either "yes" or "no." I feared getting someone too "straitlaced" but hoped he wouldn't Davyd Morrishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07999812635685036089noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255018715652778469.post-10269216073812819082013-05-10T08:11:07.895-07:002013-05-10T08:11:07.895-07:00Good times, indeed, Donnee. Thanks for sharing you...Good times, indeed, Donnee. Thanks for sharing your story. xoAAnnis Cassellshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04956658096326753578noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255018715652778469.post-32799928560202378672013-05-09T23:57:33.566-07:002013-05-09T23:57:33.566-07:00Such a great post. I went to Butler University in ...Such a great post. I went to Butler University in Indianapolis. It was the first time I was alone away from my family. I had a Triple so I had 2 roommates. They were both white and one was so excited she had a black roommate. The other played soccer and had smelly feet. Yet it was the best year. I remember my Dad was worried because we had no curfews. I eventually found my lifelong best friend Donnee Patresehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09708345101048631215noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255018715652778469.post-8706974491991931662013-05-09T17:34:37.959-07:002013-05-09T17:34:37.959-07:00What an experience, Anna! I can imagine the relief...What an experience, Anna! I can imagine the relief at moving to a different living situation. Thanks for commenting. xoAAnnis Cassellshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04956658096326753578noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255018715652778469.post-67031552810551186672013-05-09T01:11:08.773-07:002013-05-09T01:11:08.773-07:00First time on my own? As in away from the parents...First time on my own? As in away from the parents? Dorm living at Fresno State. My roommate had the mouth of a sailor and "rules" for when I was allowed to make noise (i.e. by typing). Not a happy time for me. Changed roommates the next year and had a room to myself! Hallelujah! All I had to do was keep my mouth shut when the roomie's mother called to talk to her...boyfriend?annavolathttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09398619980594948302noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255018715652778469.post-20081882778408922202013-05-08T20:16:27.975-07:002013-05-08T20:16:27.975-07:00My pleasure, Joan. I didn't live alone until I...My pleasure, Joan. I didn't live alone until I was in my 50s. All the other women in my family had, so I was a late loner. My younger daughter said, "When you leave ice cream in the freezer, it will still be there when you come back." She was right. <br /><br />Which one do you think I was? xoAAnnis Cassellshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04956658096326753578noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255018715652778469.post-34205304131623454512013-05-08T20:12:19.750-07:002013-05-08T20:12:19.750-07:00Mark, I'm sure you're right about dorm lif...Mark, I'm sure you're right about dorm life having such an influence on you. We learn so much about others, as well ourselves and our place in the world. Thanks for writing. xoAAnnis Cassellshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04956658096326753578noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255018715652778469.post-55759263529391725762013-05-08T19:59:08.233-07:002013-05-08T19:59:08.233-07:00I moved out of my parent's house and got marri...I moved out of my parent's house and got married. I really wasn't on my own until after my divorce. It was the first time I'd been alone, and as much as I loved it, I also hated it.<br /><br />I do have to ask, which one were you..."nerd, the straight arrow, the baby, or the party girl"? <br /><br />Great post Annis. Thanks for sharing these 'firsts' with us. Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10541262358255974325noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255018715652778469.post-2381347673925095122013-05-08T16:20:27.801-07:002013-05-08T16:20:27.801-07:00When I graduated high school my dad's job requ...When I graduated high school my dad's job required that my family move away, so I ended up staying behind and going to college. Dorm life was an adventure. And in all likelihood a major factor in who I am today.Mathnerdehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07801972480144862709noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255018715652778469.post-50297825334961400972013-05-08T12:22:59.368-07:002013-05-08T12:22:59.368-07:00What a great story, Kathleen. Thanks for sharing i...What a great story, Kathleen. Thanks for sharing it. We sure do learn when we get out into the world, don't we. Best wishes to you and your daughter. xoAAnnis Cassellshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04956658096326753578noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255018715652778469.post-67392939365653567252013-05-08T12:10:52.709-07:002013-05-08T12:10:52.709-07:00Hmm, I didn't actually get to be on my own unt...Hmm, I didn't actually get to be on my own until I moved out of my parents' house and into an apartment with one of my high school girlfriends at the age of 19. My parents, through my freshman year of college (I commuted, lived at home), refused to leave me home alone overnight. Ever. By the time I left, I was bursting at the seams. And I got into trouble - my girl friend turned out to beAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07633583410829524075noreply@blogger.com