tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11653751193316039692024-02-02T05:54:11.457-08:00The C-Side ChroniclesOne girl's account of college life at SUNY PurchaseToriBird92http://www.blogger.com/profile/03792153544701171905noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165375119331603969.post-78308251541615733002011-05-11T23:05:00.001-07:002011-05-13T13:21:14.028-07:00Let It Snow: Part 1<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2p4fXUdvArS8bNDQPe4-8UyvNTG2o8eD_gg-z52fYmOgSnPAz3ecPqujcq4cM7d0fRa7bQHxl7BAHXqCVl32C0dnRUDy6jz0te8xxrD5fD0sRBKMd5lh4DKbZXWNlmbEQeyuyOQi6ffvZ/s1600/1305177315728_e1f97.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="267" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2p4fXUdvArS8bNDQPe4-8UyvNTG2o8eD_gg-z52fYmOgSnPAz3ecPqujcq4cM7d0fRa7bQHxl7BAHXqCVl32C0dnRUDy6jz0te8xxrD5fD0sRBKMd5lh4DKbZXWNlmbEQeyuyOQi6ffvZ/s400/1305177315728_e1f97.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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When I'm really bored in a mall with nothing to do I go to the Apple Store. I mean, what's better than internet access, fancy electronics you could never afford, an endless amount of games, and the ability to use Mac Photobooth when you're trying to waste time? When I went to the Apple Store this time, I decided to entertain myself by opening up my blog on all the ipads. Unfortunately, it didn't last that long but I took pictures to remember how much better that table looked after I'd finished. ;)<br />
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Ever been really bored in a mall with nothing to do? Where do you go to waste time?<br />
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I love Christmas. Really, I do. But no matter how much I love it, somehow seeing the Christmas displays that department stores are putting out as early as October every year seems just a little excessive. This opinion, however, was not shared by the rest of my floor. As soon as Halloween had passed, it was made abundantly clear that Christmas spirit was alive and well on the 3rd floor of C-Side. Suddenly, Christmas music could be heard (emanating mostly from Chris Bill’s room) almost 24 hours a day, everything from Trans-Siberian Orchestra to Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer, as well as some very scary metal versions of christmas carols I never bothered to learn the names of. But it didn’t end with the music. </span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"></span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Chris Bill also decided that he was going to go all out with decorations this year. He literally rearranged all the furniture in his room, even going so far as to make his and his roommate’s two twin beds into a bunk bed, just to make room for a Christmas tree (fake, of course). He wrapped up empty cardboard boxes so it looked like there were presents under the tree, hung garlands decorated with candy canes everywhere, and made about 50 paper snowflakes to hang up on his window. </span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"></span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">To give you an idea of what it looked like, check out The 2 Guys Variety Hour’s <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Bjw19Q7d4zw&feature=channel_video_title"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">C</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;">h</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">r</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;">i</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">s</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;">t</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">m</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;">a</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">s </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;">S<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">p</span></span>e</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">c</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;">t</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">a</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;">c</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">u</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;">l</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">a</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;">r</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"> </span></a></span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"></span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">However, the most absurd thing about this holiday season occured at about 4:00 in the morning on a Saturday night while me and my friend Nate were up working on a project. </span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"></span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">In my room, working, when I hear a knock on my door and Kevin pokes his head in. </span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"></span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">“You up?” he asked needlessly, but I nodded anyway. </span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"></span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">“Come and see this,” he said, gesturing for me to come out into the hallway. </span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"></span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">“See what?” I asked. </span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"></span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">“Just come and see,” he said. </span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"></span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Me and Nate both got up and followed him out into the hallway only to find...</span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"></span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">“Why do you have a reindeer?” I said, incredulously. </span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"></span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Standing in the middle of the hallway was one of those light-up reindeer lawn ornaments. But where had it come from?</span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"></span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">“We found it!” Kevin said proudly, gesturing to Robinson and himself, “On the side of the road.”</span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"></span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">“You didn’t take it off someone’s lawn did you?” I asked, looking at it skeptically, “Because, that’s not up for grabs. Its supposed to be there.”</span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"></span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">“No,” Kevin shook his head, “Well not exactly. It was at the end of someone’s driveway, laying by the curb. They were probably throwing it out because the lights on its head don’t work.”</span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"></span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">He bent down and grabbed the plug, putting it into an outlet. The body lit up but the head didn’t, “See?”</span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"></span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">“Yeah,” I said slowly, “So, uh, what are you going to do with it?”</span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"></span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">“I don’t know,” Kevin said, looking thoughtful, “I thought I’d keep him in my room. For Christmas.”</span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"></span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">“Ah,” I nodded, “So what are you going to call him? Rudolph?”</span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"></span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">“No!” Kevin said, looking aghast, “His name is Buddy!”</span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"></span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">And that is how Buddy the Reindeer became the new member of our floor. </span></span></div><div><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Unfortunately, due to the peace treaty dinner being scheduled for a Tuesday night when I had class, I was unable to attend. Luckily, however, my friends Chris and Will were able to nicely explain what would be occurring at this dinner as well as the incredible power of a good suit in a video on their YouTube Channel<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"><a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/The2GuysVarietyHour#p/u/2/u0SUbWcFpC0"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;">"The2GuysVarietyHour."</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"> These guys are hilarious and you should definitely check them out, particularly my favorite song of theirs <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u0SUbWcFpC0&feature=channel_video_title"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #bf9000;">"Stalker Song!"</span></a></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"><br />
</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;">Enjoy! </span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKXH1AXsW9LGNkoNZa1LY01cRxZISapAxEpo_lLHevks0apqna4WNoyeq9U9EFsBWRJ9fPfETwd2jBaedXZruhpYRoTdhkCXt27m_JZSd2AJks9KoIwHh89xlIRUdS_2Z61RAJg9GcQUhm/s1600/splatter+bird+color.egg_7c9da.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="154" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKXH1AXsW9LGNkoNZa1LY01cRxZISapAxEpo_lLHevks0apqna4WNoyeq9U9EFsBWRJ9fPfETwd2jBaedXZruhpYRoTdhkCXt27m_JZSd2AJks9KoIwHh89xlIRUdS_2Z61RAJg9GcQUhm/s200/splatter+bird+color.egg_7c9da.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://1.gvt0.com/vi/c__UwZL9mJ0/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/c__UwZL9mJ0&fs=1&source=uds" /><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /><embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/c__UwZL9mJ0&fs=1&source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object></div>ToriBird92http://www.blogger.com/profile/03792153544701171905noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165375119331603969.post-3380748463650407882011-03-15T15:05:00.000-07:002011-04-13T19:18:51.706-07:00"I feel like I'm in a dream..."<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga0_urJpln6Sg6hntgKWlu-fUXYHeh3Njlug4v2YZt5ooYyI7UzxKlPuvhTuX9IeTiFQ4sQZgN5X9ZUblGFV_u33GdlbWR_4-OUsjFZMxXaKzaxDEZck9fcrLB30lzm0zXBMAZxGR_w_g5/s1600/in+a+dream.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="334" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga0_urJpln6Sg6hntgKWlu-fUXYHeh3Njlug4v2YZt5ooYyI7UzxKlPuvhTuX9IeTiFQ4sQZgN5X9ZUblGFV_u33GdlbWR_4-OUsjFZMxXaKzaxDEZck9fcrLB30lzm0zXBMAZxGR_w_g5/s400/in+a+dream.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">I’m in my room, innocently practicing for my keyboarding class, when suddenly Chris Bill comes knocking on my door.</span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">“C’mon, Tori,” he hissed, gesturing for me to come out into the hallway. </span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">“Come where?” I asked and he glanced down the hallway quickly before looking back at me and seeing my keyboard. </span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">“Oh! Are you practicing?” he said, “Well you don’t have to then.”</span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">“Come where, Chris?” I called but he’d already left. </span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">I decided that practicing could wait for the moment and I went out into the hallway and into chaos. People were running everywhere, wielding nerf guns and banging on doors and shouting instructions. </span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">“What is going on?” I asked my friend Natalie who was also trying to keep out of the fray. </span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">“I’m not exactly sure,” she said, “I think they said something about a meeting to set the terms with Floor 2, but I don’t really know what that means.”</span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">I was about to reply when Chris Bill suddenly let out a shout, raised his hand, and all movement abruptly stopped. </span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">And then they came. Rising out of the stairwell and advancing in some odd parody of a military march, more reminiscent of Monty Python’s <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ol5Dfs7jqFI"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">Military Fairy</span></a> than any army I’ve ever seen, wearing capes and wielding light-sabers and staplers threateningly. </span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">A hush fell over the hallway and I just stared at the sight with a sort of morbid fascination. I heard Cory whisper next to me, “I feel like I’m in a dream...”</span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">Truer words have never been spoken. </span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">The meeting itself was mostly an agreement that all fighting would cease when we had a peace dinner we would all cook together in the Community kitchen, formal attire required. </span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">When they finally left, the boys began plotting and August came wandering out of the suite at the end of the hall.</span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">“Hey guys,” he grinned, “What’s going on?”</span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">“August,” Robinson said, looking at him seriously.</span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">The smile dropped from August’s face. “Nerf gun time?” he said gravely, with the air of a man just having been informed he needed to sacrifice himself in order to save the planet. </span><br />
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Tensions began to grow which manifested themselves in the form of pranks including putting towels outside the 3rd floor boys’ showers in the morning and turning on the water so that anyone wanting to take a shower would believe that they were taken. I believe the Floor 3 boys also did their fair share of plotting and pranking. However, tensions reached a breaking point one night when Floor 2 took things a bit too far. </span></span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"></span></span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I was in my room hanging out with my roommate, Sarah, and her boyfriend when my other roommate came into the room looking a little dazed and befuddled. </span></span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"></span></span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">“Whats wrong?” I asked, concerned. </span></span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"></span></span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">“There’s a forest in the stairwell,” she said. </span></span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"></span></span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Sarah, Nick and I laughed. “What?” I said. </span></span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"></span></span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">“There’s a forest in the stairwell,” she repeated and finally we realized she wasn't joking. </span></span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"></span></span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">“Wait, really?” Sarah asked, raising an eyebrow. </span></span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"></span></span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">“Well, there’s a tree,” she said slowly, looking as though she didn’t quite know what to think, “I couldn’t go up the stairs. I had to go around.”</span></span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"></span></span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Just then someone knocked on our door. I got up and opened it to find Chris Bill was standing there. “Do you have a broom?” he asked, looking anxious.</span></span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"></span></span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">“No,” I said, “I think Natalie might though. Why?”</span></span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"></span></span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">“There’s a tree in the stairwell,” he said. </span></span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"></span></span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">“</span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Seriously?” </span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> I said, shocked, “How’d it get there?”</span></span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"></span></span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">“Floor 2,” he answered darkly before continuing his search for a broom.</span></span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"></span></span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I glanced back at my roommates and they nodded, standing. Still half disbelieving, we all made our way to the stairs and sure enough, upside down and still covered in leaves was a huge tree. All the branches were bunched and tangled together completely blocking the way downstairs and the broken end of the trunk was sticking up through the railing of our floor. </span></span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"></span></span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">“Oh my god,” I said, dumbfounded, totally understanding my roommate’s reaction now, “There really is a tree.”</span></span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"></span></span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">It didn’t stay there for long though. Someone told my RA and a few of the boys made quick work dragging it back down the stairs and out into the quad, Chris Bill sweeping up the leaves behind them. It was made very clear that that was a fire hazard and that it will NEVER happen again. We still don’t know who put it there and I don’t think we ever will. </span></span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"></span></span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">But the root of the matter was if this battle continued there definitely needed to be a few rules. </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">And it was also clear that, in the words of John Keats, </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hyperion_(poem)"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">"The days of peace and slumberous calm are fled."</span></span></a></span></span></div><div><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"> </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKXH1AXsW9LGNkoNZa1LY01cRxZISapAxEpo_lLHevks0apqna4WNoyeq9U9EFsBWRJ9fPfETwd2jBaedXZruhpYRoTdhkCXt27m_JZSd2AJks9KoIwHh89xlIRUdS_2Z61RAJg9GcQUhm/s1600/splatter+bird+color.egg_7c9da.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="154" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKXH1AXsW9LGNkoNZa1LY01cRxZISapAxEpo_lLHevks0apqna4WNoyeq9U9EFsBWRJ9fPfETwd2jBaedXZruhpYRoTdhkCXt27m_JZSd2AJks9KoIwHh89xlIRUdS_2Z61RAJg9GcQUhm/s200/splatter+bird+color.egg_7c9da.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
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<div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">I<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">n the movie, <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0063227/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #bf9000;">The Lion in Winter</span></a>,<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"> </span></span><a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000031/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">Katharine Hepburn</span></span></a>’s character says “We are the origins of war: not history’s forces, nor the time, nor justice, nor the lack of it, nor causes, nor religions, nor ideas, nor kinds of government, nor any other thing...We breed wars.” When I first came to Purchase I had no idea that I would ever be drawn into any sort of battle. But, we are human and we breed wars and C-Side was no exception. And the origin of this war was the Wall of Shame. </span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"></span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">It was perhaps two weeks into school when I was walking down the hall only to see a sign taped to the boy’s bathroom door. In big, black letters it said </span></span><br />
<span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">WALL OF SHAME</span></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span><br />
<span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">and below it was a picture of my friend David looking extremely disgruntled. I was obviously confused and curious about this new addition to the floor’s decor but I have found in situations such as this that it is often safer not to ask. So I decided to let it go, not knowing that very soon I wouldn’t really have a choice in the matter. </span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"></span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The next day I was just leaving my room to head to the music building when I froze. Every guy on my floor was crowded around the door to the boy’s bathroom laughing and talking excitedly. I was just about to go over and ask what was going on, when the door of the room across from me flew open and my neighbor Chris Bill came sprinting out waving a camera in the air, almost running me over.</span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"></span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">“Chris, what-?” I tried to ask, now completely bewildered. </span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"></span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">“Can’t talk now, Tori!” he called back before hurrying over to the group just as the door to the bathroom opened. I couldn’t see who it was, but whoever they were, they were greeted by a flash in the face from Chris Bill’s camera and a lot of shouting and laughter from the other guys. After hesitating for a moment, I decided I probably didn’t want to know and left it at that. </span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"></span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The Wall of Shame remained on the bathroom door for a few weeks, the picture of the shamed changing every so often without any obvious pattern or reason. Finally, my curiosity got the better of me and I asked my friend David what it was all about. </span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"></span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">“Well,” he said slowly, “You see, Chris made up this rule called ‘2 on 2’.” He looked at me pointedly as though that should explain everything, but I simply stared at him nonplussed. </span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"></span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">“2 on 2,” I repeated. “What does that mean?”</span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"></span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">What it meant was that due to a desire for general freshness in the 3rd floor boys bathroom, they had come to a consensus that all (ahem, how to put this delicately?) “2s” will be taken care of on Floor 2. Any who did not comply with this new decree and were caught would have their picture taken and put on the Wall of Shame to discourage such behavior. Overall, the reasoning was a bit odd and a tad disgusting, but not quite as weird as I thought it would be. But, unfortunately, things were about to get much weirder because the boys on Floor 2 had caught onto what was happening and they were not happy. </span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"><br />
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Welcome to The C-Side Chronicles! This blog's creation was borne out of a desire to transcribe the insanity that has been a constant source of entertainment during my time at <a href="http://www.purchase.edu/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;">Purchase College</span></span></span></a>. Oh, and also its an assignment from my Viral Marketing professor ;-). Hmm, where to begin. Well, when I moved into SUNY Purchase on my first day at school, I was placed on the Conservatory floor. The Conservatory floor which is the 3rd floor of C-side (hence the title!) in the Crossroads building is made up of various artists from all three conservatories located on campus: <a href="http://www.purchase.edu/Departments/AcademicPrograms/Arts/TAF/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06;">the theatre arts conservatory</span></a>, <a href="http://www.purchase.edu/Departments/AcademicPrograms/Arts/Dance/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;">the dance conservatory</span></a>, and <a href="http://www.purchase.edu/Departments/AcademicPrograms/Arts/Music/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;">the music conservatory</span></a>. Being <span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;">a</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"> </span></span><a href="http://www.purchase.edu/Departments/AcademicPrograms/Arts/Music/StudioComposition/default.aspx"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;">Studio Composition</span></span></a> student myself, I applied to be placed on this floor as I thought I would enjoy being surrounded by like-minded people who loved their art as much as I do. It was definitely one of the best decisions I've ever made. The people who live on this floor are a wonderful, creative group of people who are so much fun to hang out with. They are also certifiable, but I have found the the best people usually are.<br />
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Due to an overflow of girls to boys, my room (which is me and my two roommates, Jess and Sarah) was placed on the boys half of the hallway. This has also been a stroke of good luck as they are some of the nicest guys I have ever had the fortune to meet. But this has had the accompanying hazard of being roped into whatever kookiness the boys have cooked up. And they have cooked up a lot...and we're only halfway through the year, haha. So, when I was told to write a blog and I was struggling for something to write about, my roommate suggested I write about the floor saying "You'll definitely have enough material." And I realized, she was right. Plus, it has the added benefit of me not forgetting anything that has happened. And believe me, this has been an experience I want to remember.<br />
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So fasten your seatbelt and welcome to the madness!<br />
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