Student life #1

Being a student has instantly turned me into a dirty little person not much different from those little animals that live under rocks. Not out of choice, but out of a lack of options. My dorm room is my kitchen, my living room, my bedroom, my dining room and my study...and certainly bares the evidence of this brutal misuse. I make sandwiches on top of my journalism text books and if you look under my bed, not only will you find a cup of month-old mouldy coffee (which I just don't have the energy to pick up) but also a big bundle of weird fluff which appears on a weekly basis from who knows where. I understand the crumbs and hair, but fluff....?