This college suite has seen long nights of studying and homework that never is ever truly done.

This college suite has witnessed every single fight and felt every single tear. Every single fight and cursing has rung off its depressing white walls. Every slam of door and stop throughout it all has been felt.

This college suite has watched its residents fall apart and come back someone new. She has gotten to know each of us individually and brought out our inner most secrets whether we wanted to spill them or not.

This college suite has heard Africa by Toto being played at the most inconvenient times. Whether it was 3 AM on a Saturday night or 10 AM on a Tuesday morning, the familiar beat has penetrated these rooms, unapologetically.

This college suite has listened to all our bathroom chats. The most secretive conversations have happened with in that bathroom while someone takes a shower and we feel we can let it all out. The suite just knows our secrets never leave so it won’t spill what we regretfully say.

This college suite has watched us play with a Ouija Board in the middle of our hallway when none of us could sleep. She never disturbed us as we made popcorn at midnight and drank cans of Dr. Pepper while looking for some laughter in talking to a ghost.

This college suit has heard our worst decisions and I think she would stop us if she could but she sits back and waits for the unbelievable story that will follow later that night.

This college suite has never complained about the abuse we give to it and even though her walls are cracked and the carpets is stained, she always makes us feel like we are home.

This college suite has become my favorite place to run to, and I never want to let her go. But when it is time to say goodbye and the new group comes strolling in I just hope they know the life she holds and the stories she will never tell.