There were a lot of parties in those first few weeks, at one of which Lydia inevitably met a guy. Since Lydia was an outgoing and friendly person, we made friends at lightning speed. “Yeah, well, remember, people were apparently smaller back then.” Lydia mumbled as she pushed her bed further away from the window. It would take a lot of commitment to squeeze out of that tiny window.”

“We could always move into the suicide room,” I teased her, “That one has a window on each wall.” “You know I fucking hate heights and just talking about that shit is raising my blood pressure.” “Oh, fuck, Becca, can you not?” Lydia glanced at the window and visibly shuddered. “Can you imagine climbing out of that tiny window and jumping? You’d be alive for at least five seconds before you hit the ground.” “Yeah, I guess.” I turned to study the little window in our room. Every college campus has a few suicides.” “Did you hear that bomb she fucking dropped?” Lydia dropped her book on the bed and stared out into the hall. Anyway, I’d just like to remind you that this is an all girls floor and guys are not allowed up here after 11.”īefore we could reply to her Beth clapped her hands and with a quick “well, nice meeting you” she skipped out of the room. They’re not assigning anyone to that room.

A hanging and a jumper if I remember right. “Oh, you don’t want that room.” Beth interrupted. Is anyone assigned to that room or could we maybe-” “So,” I said, “the corner room next to us – 733, is it? It looks a lot bigger than our room. “Yep, really.” Beth pursed her lips and just continued to stand there, while the room filled with awkward silence. “Well, people were smaller in the 50s.” Beth shrugged. “Yes, I can see that.” I said looking around. “So anyway,” the RA continued, “I know our hall isn’t as new as the south hall but trust me, there’s a lot of history here. Lydia glared at her over the top of her book. “Is this the kraken from Pirates of the Caribbean?” “Wow, you girls really work fast,” she said taking in our made beds and hung up clothes.īeth picked up a drawing of Cthulhu that Lydia had done over the summer. “Hi girls, I’m Beth!” chirped the bubbly blonde girl as she bounded into our room. By the time our Resident Advisor came by I was taping up posters and Lydia was reading. Lydia and I spent most of the morning moving ourselves in. I wasn’t too bummed out, though at least they’d honored my request to room with my best friend. No, we found ourselves in the older wing of the building on the 7th floor. We had assigned to dorm room 734 which, it turns out, wasn’t one of the nice add-on rooms in the south hall. That’s what they called room 733 – as if I didn’t have enough to worry about on my first day as a freshman.

Room 733 by C.K. Walker