As a resident of Claflin, Beebe, Severance, and Tower West, I always bemoaned the sorry existence of dorm living. The kitchens were small and filled with the messes of others, the showers were plagued by hairballs, and some portion of my floor or furniture would have an odd stain from an unknown and sinister source.
I now live in a cute little duplex apartment with two great friends, Suzi Claflin ’09 and Erin Fuller. We even have a little sitting area in the backyard where we rigged up some christmas lights and an mp3 player. I will likely never live in a dormitory again. But that doesn’t mean that apartment living is problem-free.
For one, I don’t have a real closet. Technically speaking, my room is equipped with a closet, but it is a one-foot deep indention in the wall with a bar screwed in place. It is too shallow to hang normal hangers, there is no door, and light shines through it from the kitchen because its construction was so obviously an afterthought.
This wouldn’t be a big deal, except that I have a job that requires business attire. I have to hang things, or risk being nicknamed Wrinkles (or something even less flattering). Feeling clever, I bought a freestanding wardrobe. Feeling less clever, I realized that it was too big to make the turn into my bedroom from the hallway. I now dress in the dining room every morning.
More recently, I attempted to clean the bathroom. I am not especially squeamish about bathroom cleaning, and I even pulled a handful of nasty hair and soap scum out of the drain. I figured that the whole process would be a total no-brainer, I expected nothing but praise and glory for my unselfishness — and maybe some kind of roommate of the year award. Instead, in trying to clean the drain, I managed to clog it to such an extent that Erin had to spend an afternoon with Drano and a plunger. It wasn’t my finest moment.
You see, the apartment is still very much a work in progress, as am I as a brand-new apartment dweller. I think I’ll make it, but it has definitely given me an appreciation for the “good old days” at the College.
– Anna, ’09 Secretary