My Beloved Freshman Dorm,
Thank you for being my home for my first year of college. Thank you for bringing together the most random yet interesting group of people and giving them to me as my peers, hallmates and best friends. I love how it was so easy to just walk into a room and strike up a conversation. I was never lonely and never bored.
I will miss the late night pizza, the mega couch that we had in our lobby and even how the elevator would break down every other week, forcing us to hike up the stairs. Living with a dorm with 50+ girls (and sometimes guys) meant my closet turned into a mini mall. It also meant that my support group expanded by the hundred. Sure, we had disagreements but they were quickly forgotten and made up with many more laughs. From fish funerals to Secret Santa, my dorm did it all.
I love how if I needed something as random as a sombrero, I could just post on our hall’s facebook page and for some bizarre reason, somebody would have one and offer to lend it out. My dorm was had the kind of people who, instead of throwing laundry in piles when someone forgot to get their load, would neatly fold and place the clothes on top of the machine and then notify the owner. We had the kind of people who had movie night every night, baked cookies and then shared with everyone and always had something nice to say. Friends who lived in other dorms were impressed and jealous of the tightly knit community that the three floors formed. That’s what made my dorm extremely special.
Our RAs were always actively involved with encouraging us and making sure we had the best year possible. They were genuine to the core and always fun to chat with in the hall.
Thank you for our study lounges for when I was just too exhausted to hike over to the library. I spent many nights poring over my homework and readings and the best part was the company in the study rooms who became study buddies.
Thank you for teaching me how to be more tolerant of others. Sharing a community-style bathroom with only four stalls, four sinks and four showers really taught me patience. Thank you for the 17’x10’ cylinder block room on the second floor that became my space and the coolest roommate I could ever get stuck living with. Packing up with one of the most depressing (and tiring) things I’ve ever had to do.
I probably would never have met half of the people in my dorm if I didn’t live there and I can’t imagine my first year (or my next three) without them. I will forever cherish the memories that were made in those hallowed halls. You were my home away from home and a huge part of my first year of the “best four years of my life.”
Love you forever,
The Resident of Room 242
