Same Old, Same Old: New Room Same Stuff

My name is Devon Fedrick, and I am a junior, Mass Communications major here at Southern University. Unlike most of my friends who seemed to move from dorm to dorm with every new semester, I spent my first two years in the same dorm.
Grandison Hall was the first place I laid my head after my long drive from my home in Chicago, Illinois. It wasn’t the best of living conditions, and because it was technically the dorm for the football team, many of its occupants were football players. I had no problem with Grandison Hall from that perspective, However, what bothered me the most was the furniture. Big, clunky, old, wooden pieces of furniture that turned what could have been a nicely spaced room into a jungle gym. I hated it so much because it seemed to take away any options of interior decorations.
I have always been one to constantly rearrange my bed room every so often, and not having the artistic freedom to rearrange drove me crazy at times. It didn’t help that my roommate at the time had already set the room up to his liking prior to my arrival to campus. In reality, I had no say in the placement of my furniture, which had been placed alongside his in the middle of the room creating a huge wall of separation.
Many days I wouldn’t even know if he was in the room or not, and the wall he created with our massive furniture left us both with little space. I spent many nights watching Netflix crammed between my bed and desk. The only good piece of furniture in the room was my bed which was one of the newer ones that allows you to rise and lower the frame at will.
Unfortunately, when I returned to Grandison Hall for my second semester, that bed had been stolen and replaced with a regular, none-adjustable, none-fun, typical bed.
Now I know it sounds like I’m just ranting right now, and it’s true. That’s my job as commentator. No, really, it’s in the fine print. Anyway, the point that I’m getting to is that, after four semesters in the “G”, as we called it, it was time to go. As last school year slowly came to an end, I made sure to complete and submit my housing application weeks in advance to assure that my request to move to Boley Hall would be honored. I was so excited to finally leave the ‘”G” and move to the back of campus where all of my friends who had long decided to move would welcome me with open arms.
Okay maybe that was a bit exaggerated but the point is I had a fresh start, and more immortally, a fresh room with fresh furniture. However, to my surprise when I returned to campus this semester I quickly heard that Grandison Hall had been newly refurbished. Just my luck, right? Four semesters with the same sucky furniture but the second I move out the entire hall gets new furniture. But whatever, I was now a resident of Boley, and I would have new furniture regardless.
At least that’s what I thought. However, when checked in and made my way to my NEW room, I was shocked as I stood in the doorway looking in at my NEW room, which had been newly refurbished with the same old furniture that I said goodbye to as I exited Grandison for the last time.