Yes, sadly the reign of the backhall bookends has come to an end. Kathy and I are moving on up in the world. Our room next year is on the front hall and compared to our closet size room we have this year our senior year residence is the Taj Mahal. I will actually be able to turn around without running into a bed or dressers. But, gloating on our mini-mansion is not the point of this blog. No, at the request of Emily, I will be providing a year end wrap up. "What have we learned" if you will.
For starters, we learned that my original method of climbing into my top bunk on the sleeping porch is hazardous to the health of others. You see, I used to press up on the top bar and fall onto the bed while tucking my legs in to avoid hitting the fan. One night I must have miscalculated the clearance distance and slammed my leg into the fan. Because the fan was precariously placed on Katherine's "personal stool" it wobbled off and came slamming down to the ground- mere inches from taking out Emily. Death by rotating fan would be most unpleasant. That fan now sits in the chapter room and ticks incessantly when anyone is dumb enough to turn it on- you're welcome. Secondly, we learned that old shrimp in a mini-fridge will stink up the entire second floor. When a putrid seafood smell began wafting through the backhall we set out to discover the source. Naturally, the first place we looked was Morgan's laundry- does she even know how to use a washer machine? Once that source had been ruled out we began to scour everyone else's laundry bags. Finally, someone began opening the fridges and discovered a box of old shrimp. It was promptly thrown away and tossed in the dumpster. What can we learn from this unfortunate circumstance- Morgan isn't always the culprit when something is dirty, unorganized, onion on the floor, missing pants, or unwashed; secondly, it is never ever a good idea to bring home shrimpy leftovers, I don't care what you try to tell yourself seafood is never good for round two-ever! Other lessons we have discovered- being in the bed by the door is the kiss of death- you will get tucked in at two am, people will shine cell phones in your face to make sure you are still there and everyone checks on you when they walk in the door- I appreciate the attention; Jerry is a great deterrent for coming in drunk- he is like our grandfather and I think a little part of his heart breaks when he sees people a little too sloshed; Ms Marcia will offer you her socks if you are cold but don't even think about asking Lolly for her prized sweatpants; having the keys to the kitchen is like having the only tcby left in the world; and finally, dari delight is the best discovery since well since nothing dari delight is the best wanna be dairy queen, slightly sketchy ice cream mecca. There are other great experiences of Jr year that we would all like to reminisce about but those are another subject for another blog entry.
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