This one is going to be a little more personal. Also a little more disjointed.
I went to a mixed boarding / day school for high school. I was there as a boarder.
My time in my dorm was both great and awful. It’s part of where I’m drawing inspiration for the story I’m writing about Cesium Deep.
When I say that my time in my dorm was great, I mean that I met and made friends with some awesome people. I came to love living in a community, and felt close to some of my dorm mates in a way that is hard to explain. Some of those friendships existed because we were teens who were able to live in the same space and share our passions and interests in ways that I hadn’t really thought possible before boarding school. Sometimes, living in a dorm was a hell of a lot of fun.
But some of those friendships existed because we survived the awfulness together.
I don’t think it’s surprising that no one else from my dorm came to our 10th reunion.
When I say that my time in my dorm was awful, I mean that Continue reading