Dear Tutwiler Hall,
Though you may be old and lack any amount of testosterone, your structure is truly the best foundation for any freshman girl's first year. The beauty of the dormitory cannot merely be expressed through descriptions but rather firsthand experiences that have led to unforgettable memories.
It’s amazing how the uncleanliness of the bathrooms, elevators, and hallways affect every resident’s daily mood. Who knew girls could be so disgusting? But, the negatives of your structure has had the biggest impact on my life in the friendship department.
Although I got stuck on the 14th floor of the building, I have been able to make the best out of my wannabe penthouse experience. Even though I have a view of the cemetery if you tilt your head to the left you can see a tiny part of Bryant Denny Stadium. Lucky me!
Sometimes, I use the height of my room to my advantage. When I wake up for any occasion and am not sure what to wear, I’m lucky enough to be able to open the window and glance at everyone’s attire as they walk by.
I can’t even count the number of times that I’ve made a new friend in the elevator who shares the same hatred for anyone from the 4th floor down who takes the elevator. In a way, you’re like the best friend I never knew I needed. You keep me on my toes, because in I genuinely never know what’s in store. It almost feels like I’m living in a real-life soap opera. The walls are so thin at night it’s inevitable to here Rachael yell at her boyfriend, or what Becky is saying on a facetime call with her hometown best friend.
Weekends with you are by far the greatest, yet most disturbing. The entire week builds up to the highly anticipated cups full of alcohol left in the elevator, and drunk girls complimenting each other on the littlest things.
I’ve seen it all. Besides the occasional drunk girl pulling the fire alarm, you’re not so bad.
I’ve witnessed a total of 3 girls get taken to the hospital because they partied way too hard. It’s a scary sight to see and makes me wonder if the friends who were casually trying to sneak them past the kiosk actually cared about their safety.
In all honesty, you’re filled with endless treats.
Most of the girls borrow each other’s clothes for certain events and it’s like having the closet from more than 900 girls with different taste. In addition, Julia’s Market, a place where a girl can go when she is too lazy to walk to a dining hall or is craving a late-night snack is available just on the first floor. The math lab being attached is also a plus, so it’s easy for some girls to roll out of bed and make the five-minute trek to class.
Dearest Tutwiler, your distance from Bryant-Denny Stadium, sorority row, and Starbucks makes all the hardships worth it.
At the end of the day, I wouldn’t trade the friends and memories made inside your walls for the world.
