It’s my second-last week of classes and I’m finally starting to feel that thing that happens when something is about to end. My senses are in overdrive, trying to take everything in and commit it all to memory.
If you’re staying in a dorm room, chances are there are fire regulations you need to follow. One of those regulations probably prohibits covering your walls in loose-leaf. The only place I’m allowed to put up paper are on my cork boards, generously provided in every room by housing. Last year I had one ginormous one, but this year I’ve got two decent-sized ones. I’ve come up with different ways to use each one to best suit my needs.