As a fellow collegiate member, and hopefully soon to be graduate (gotta beat the honor court first...otherwise it's gonna be another semester...fuckin' alcohol policies, i mean really, at 3 in the AM how the fuck am I representing the university???...but i digress...) allow me to say this:
You Are A F*!@ing Moron
I'm sorry to have to have put it so bluntly, but stop and think about what you're doing. I mean really?? really???? this seems like a good idea to you? Jesus man, dorm-room weed dealers have enough trouble keeping their shit quiet and you're trying to do an extraction that not only requires a kitchen setup at least, which you obviously don't have in your room, but also solvents that smell like all fuck compared to what you generally smell in a dorm. Why? Seriously, are you retarded?
allow me to catch my breath as right now I'm a little horrified and have lost my civil nature. *Sigh* here we go: You, my friend are going to get yourself in a world of trouble. I don't ask you to refrain from this out of my concern for your own personhood, by all means, do what you will. I am just anticipating the future, when I type my weekly DMT query into google news and discover that DMT is being given a whole lot more media attention cuz some kid was caught in his dormitory kitchen (which affords you no privacy whatsoever) extracting dmt. I mean, as long as you've entered the realm where this seems like a viable option, why have you not considered buying a crockpot and portable electric burner and doing it in your room? I live in a six-person house currently and i'll tell you right now, with the amount of people coming through my house, friends, studybuddies, etc. you can bet your ass that if I run out of my summer-extracted spice I'll be doing future extractions in my room with a completely remote setup. Doing illegal things in a public space, especially in a community like a dorm is incredibly dumb. plain and simple, you have no safety, you have no defense, you will get caught and you will go to jail. There's a lot of other things I really want to say to you, but I'm having a really hard time not losing my shit, so I'm gonna follow my momma's advice and not say anything more on this subject.
But please, rethink what you're doing and where you could wind up. Does being Bubba's personal ankle-grabbing appliance and waking up in your cell every morning to the call of "touch your toes sunshine" sound appealing? If yes, by all means continue. If not, wait til you got a living situation that allows it. Shit, I know I did. I got the fuck outta the dorms after freshman year and never looked back, since then I've grown, extracted, and experimented to my hearts content; sounds like you might wanna do the same.