As a matter of fact

My plans for the thanksgiving break are set, flights booked. I fly to New Orleans, go to Memphis, Nashville and fly back to Connecticut from St. Louis. This route is a music tour leading to the homes of Jazz, Elvis, Country, Ragtime and Blues. I will listen to a lot of great music. Awesome! From another point of view, this route is kind of dangerous. I should not tell this my mum, but St. Louis and Memphis are among the top five cities of murderer statistics. New Orleans is also among the top ten. My roommates said they wouldn't go. On this occassion they also told me teasingly, that it would not be too bad if I die, as they would compensated with getting all classes this semester graded with A's.I considered that as pretty odd wondering for what they should get compensation. But actually it is consequent and corresponds with the basic idea of campus life. That is to bring together young adults in small shared rooms and even shared bunkbeds to promote closeness and friendship. When your roommate dies, you not only loose a roommate, but a friend.
In fact, I live in a highly regulated and protected huge boarding school with several limitations. As a matter of fact, this is my life. It's time to arrange with it instead of fleeing every other weekend...