I have been in the library for approximately 7 hours. My butt is extremely sore from being planted on this not-so-cushioned chair. Seriously, it’s like I have bed sores on my butt. As I walked into the library today, dreading the work ahead, an ugly eye-sore of a building caught my attention. It may be an ugly building, but it’s my ugly building, and I called it home for many months last year.
The summer before my freshman year was a countdown. My future roomie and longtime friend (holla at Marge) could not wait to be on campus. We spent our summer collecting decorations and making plans our dorm room. However, we were disappointed to find that we would be living in Res Tower, complete with its horribly small rooms and loft beds. Regardless move-in day was exciting. We were assigned Quad C on the 4th floor of the building. Our quad had 4 other rooms and a bathroom to share. We lucked out and got the biggest room in the quad. We unpacked, my mom cried, and Marge and I got amped to start a new chapter. Marge discovered that she knew our next door neighbor, and I knew her through a mutual friend, so we latched on to her and her roommate for the rest of the day.
The afternoon continued with dreadful ice breakers with our floor mates and planned orientation activities. Around 9pm we were led to the gym for yet another orientation activity. My brother texted me and said he would pick me and my friends up at 10pm for a party. We knew what we had to do. Marge, our next door neighbors (Kelly and Rebecca), and I ran away from orientation. Our friendship became really real when we returned to our dorms and shared clothes and cheap vodka.
About a month later I was sitting in the common room doing homework. Stressed and hungry, I announced that all I wanted to do was go to happy hour and get some crab fries. “I’ll go with you” said a girl sitting across from me. So me and my stranger friend changed are clothes and waltzed ourselves to Batemans. We sat there for hours and talked about life. I put her number in my phone as Brooke Coli because I didn’t know her last name and that’s what her twitter name was (#logic).
And that’s how I met some of my very closest friends. And we were all so weird and had so much fun. Marge bought Beta fish and planned on making them fight, but she then convinced herself that they were conspiring against her and got rid of them. Kelly convinced a guy that he dated a girl that she made up. I still don’t know how she did that. Rebecca just said so many things that were so absurd and hilarious. She also wore heels to class one day and that was amusing. Brooke had the power to convince us to drop everything and go out. Come to think of it, Brooke is probably one of the most persuasive people I know.
We had sleepovers, and dorm room parties, and we added the 10th floor boys to our weird family. And we were all horrible influences on one another in the best way possible. We slept in on Sundays, refusing to emerge from our beds before 3pm. We had severe separation anxiety, which caused issues during winter break. We laughed, a lot. And we cried, a lot. And we felt a whole lot of pain, and a whole lot of hurt. And we held each other so tight during those times. And we convinced each other everything would be okay, even if we couldn’t convince ourselves of it.
And then before we knew it warm weather came and brought final exams. And slowly but surely the contents of the dorm rooms that held our secrets and memories got packed away. Then our parents came and cars were loaded and it was time to go. Hugs were given, and tears were shed, and doors were clicked shut for the final time. And just like that, the most eye-opening year of my life became a series of fantastic, hilarious, heartbreaking, and beautiful memories.
So here’s to freshman year. Here’s to bad food and cheap beer. Here’s to mistakes and heartbreak. Here’s to strangers that become friends, and friends that become family. Here’s to passing an ugly building filled with not-so-ugly memories.