Room 431. Erm, 421. 431 -- 421!

The subject will be explained momentarily :) First things first:


Gally's students right now know Krug Hall as Ballard West, or simply West
And they refer Cogswell Hall as Ballard North -- or North, yes.

I don't know why, I've heard a lot of speculations and it's a waste of my time, so I shift my choice of words between the different type of people I talk to. My first year at Gally, I lived in Ballard West -- Krug Hall -- on the fourth floor. Apparently, so history tells me, that both said dorms were the first buildings on the campus to have central air conditioning and carpeting in the bedrooms.

If that's the case, then please will somebody tell me why the fuck there is no elevator in both dorms??? Cogswell -- North -- has an elevator, but it seems to have been built in several years later, because the minute you enter North, there is this large eyesore built in front of you, in the middle of the lobby. That's the elevator. For West, the door opens into a large lobby where you can look up the winding stairwell all the way up to the fourth floor. No elevator.

I live on the fourth floor of West, remember?

Here's something else that's also ironic (ironically amusing?) the majority of people living at West last year were thin or average, and the majority of those who lived at North were more than average. Coincidence? Just don't take my word for it, hmph.

I'm not whining about all the stairs that much, it just gets difficult when you have a shitload of books in your backpack, or when you're stumbling drunk and it gets sickening to try and walk all the way up there. But after every time I overcome the stairs, a good, fuzzy feeling would always well up within of me.

Room 431 -- erm, 421! No, wait, 431. Jeez, for a second I was truly confused. For some reason I always thought and always told people that my room number was 421. It usually resulted into them wandering around the lobby, searching between doors that were numbered 414 and 427.

Regardless of its number, I loved my room. I think it was just because of the large windows and the beautiful view I had. I enjoy getting up in the morning and letting in the breeze and the sunshine. Unfortunately my roommate likes his room dark and stuffy -- but whatever. Of course, there are precious memories that will last for a lifetime there. It became my new sanctuary -- a place where I could be me away from home. I held movie nights in my room, completed with popcorn -- just because I had the best DVDs and a comfy mat on my bed! I had a birthday surprise done up by my friends in there. I had my own photoshoots in there, made friends, laughed and cried, woke up hungover, danced, and had my private moments where I sipped coffee and did nothing but write. I loved my room.

My sophomore year, I'm to live at Benson's Hall. I have mixed feelings about that. Colleen and I decided to go to Benson and have a looksee at our rooms. She did, but the people who lived in my next year's room weren't there -- but then I noticed a condom that was pulled over the doorknob. Great. It was later at dinner when I sat with Jesse and found out that he lived in it! It was the same room I had, well, partied in the first semester when my best friend Jessica visited Jesse.



Guess who were the most drunk?







Gally's housing department emailed me last month telling me that they were going to make Benson the freshman dorm this coming fall and asked me to pick between Peet and Ballard West. I deliberated with my roommate and we both picked our old room again -- and I confused them with the 431/421 thing. But then a month later, they backed down on their decision because a lot of students complained. I don't blame them, though, this decision was fast and without warning, but it will happen for sure the fall of 2009.

I just feel like I am demoting down into a sucky room. In a dorm full of potheads and drunkards, no less. At least I wouldn't be surrounded by froshies -- like it would make any difference, anyway. My first year at Gally in West, my hall was full of guys who roomed up with their girlfriends, had sex every night, smoked pot while thinking they'd never get caught (what is that godforsaken smell?) then host abortion parties on Monday mornings.

But I'm not complaining :) Maybe I can live in West -- Krug -- my junior year!