So my first few nights in the dorm were actually quite eventful. The first night I woke up many times in the the middle of the night to add more blankets because it was like the Arctic had visited out room... it was bad! So we told Kristin about it while she was over and she said "Well why don't you turn on the heat!?" ....D'oh. I guess the first day of classes was too overwhelming for us to realize the simplicities of life...like turning on the heat when you are cold.
SO Kristin turned on the heat and all day we were fine. Well we went to bed without the need of 3 dozen extra blankets-happy and content....BUT NOT FOR LONG!!! Next thing I know I am waking up at 4 in the morning, sweating like crazy and just swimming in the thickest stagnant air I have ever attempted to breath. So in a crazed frenzy I tried to find a fan....oh the fans I missed from last semester. But My little one was underneath my loft completely out of reach. So I tried to scramble down out of my loft- as well as a complete sleep-drunk stupor can manage- and I went to the heater to turn it COMPLETELY OFF! By this time I was going crazy. Red curls were flying everywhere I was panting...still attempting to breathe this air that felt thicker than Wisconsin cheese. I climbed back up into my loft...which guess what, was still just as hot an stagnant so I climbed back down and tried to look for my fan but it was attached to my bed and the cord wasn't long enough so I went to sleep on the couch. Well After attempting to sleep for like 20 seconds I realized that I needed the fan so I tried to think of a way to attach it to the couch...(keep in mind this was like 4:12 in the morning and I wasn't thinking correctly) ...well believe it or not the fan could not "attach" to the couch. So I decided to hook the fan to a chair and drag it as close as I could to the couch ...well that wasn't close enough so I got a blanket from my bed and threw in on the floor as close to the chair and the fan as I could. Well even tho I was now closer to the fan I was still sweating like crazy and the hair was still ...just.. so.. hot. So in a final act of desperation I crawled painfully to the very edge of the hardwood as close as I could to the crack in the bottom of the door where I could feel cool air coming. Here is where I was found at the time of my alarm the next morning at 9 am.

Let's just say the second night was not well spent. So now we turn the heat on low all day and then turn in completely off during the night. So far, none of us have woken up in crazed stupors. ...for now!

More Average Adventures to come!