As my freshman year comes to a close, I thought it’d be a fitting stroller to simply write about how much I enjoyed living in the dorms.
The best of it is definitely the guys on my floor. They’re almost always hooting and hollering at the most convenient times. As I write this on a Sunday nearing midnight, they’re all either being really loud from their rooms — probably seeing who can scream the loudest — or they’re just hanging around in the hallways as if quiet hours don’t exist. This can go on until as late as 3 a.m. It really helps me sleep at night.
Then there’s the fire alarms. I’m so glad they go off frequently, otherwise I would forget they are there.
There was one first semester, and it wasn’t so bad. It went off at around 5 p.m., and we all just hung out in the parking lot. There was this one kid who still had his pot of spaghetti that he was cooking. Thankfully, one of those wonderful alarms went off at 2 a.m. in the middle of winter. I’m sure it wasn‘t planned; we would never experience an inconvenience at this fine institution because of poor planning. So there I stood, in my 2 a.m. best, nothing but my boxers and a hoodie I haphazardly threw on because I feared it was a real emergency, and it was a Sunday, of course.
The best part of this whole experience was the prices. It’s insanely cheap. Unfortunately, it’s time to say goodbye to dorm life. Now, I’m looking forward to renting a house with my roommate, but I’m sure going to miss 2 a.m. fire alarms. As much as I loved living in Hudson Perrin, I’m just sad I didn’t live in the nicest accommodations Northwest had to offer— Dieterich.