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ENTJ

I have a tendency to screw up. Apparently, as humans, we are inclined to screw up to the point where the term “I'm human.” is descriptive when someone is trying to say “I will not be perfect.” Keeping in mind the fact that humans will fail, I happen to be good at it apparently. I say things that really shouldn't be said. I do things that really shouldn't be done. Each time, when the gravity of the situation sets in, I get into this mode where I hate myself. As bad and depressed as I feel, I find it to be constructive; those feelings of hatred of the way that I am inspires me to correct myself in the same way that feelings of pain might inspire someone to move their hand after it has been set upon something hot. As I try to correct myself, I examine why it is that I want to change my behaviour. What is it that makes me want to change? Could it be that there's something inside of me that knows the difference between good and bad, proper conduct and stupidity, a gentleman and a fool? I think that there is. Why can't that gentleman living inside of me make an appearance? I would rather like it if people saw the gentleman in me rather than the fool.

However, I can't blame them; all that they see is the fool.

My first year at JBU, I lived in Walker Residence Hall. Walker is the high-class, prime real-estate on campus: it's new, it's in the middle of the campus, and it's attached to the student centre. Now, I live in John Alvin Brown Residence Hall. J. Alvin has been described as… well, the general idea is that it's just not a nice place to live. Some people say that living in J. Alvin will leave you cheated.

I can say from experience that the opposite has been all the better for me. I lived in Walker my first year here and the experience was awful. I was privledged to have the new furniture, the incredibly nice lounge on the third floor that I ended up having to sleep in after my roommate started acting like… well… the antichrist, but I lacked the benefit of forming relationships in Walker. In J. Alvin, I have twelve other people who I am forced^H^H^H^H^H^Hprivledged to get the opportunity to know simply because of the way the suites are set up. Whatever problems that I'm going through in life are their business and vice versa. Sure, I have to deal with dirty showers (which aren't dirty if you make an effort not to dirty them in the first place), no girls on the first and second floors (which sucks until you realise that God gave you a set of legs, and they actually can be utilised to move yourself to a residence hall that does have females), a smell inside the dorms (which I have yet to smell), old furniture (which works just as well as the new furniture except it doesn't look as new) and the lack of a 52 inch television (despite the fact that I'm perfectly content with my ten inch).

The greatest feature of J. Alvin is the people who live in it. I would not trade it for any other living spot on campus.