August 1998 – January 1999
The summer on the farm ended in a flurry of activity. The guys had about a week to find an apartment and move out; I on the other hand was moving back into the dorms. My three friends and I had secured a suite in Olson Hall, a smaller and more centrally located dorm than freshman year’s McGaw. Olson had two single sex floors, each of which had somewhere around 10-12 suites housing four students. Kelley and I lucked out, however, as in the time between committing to our housing situation and the beginning of the school year, Mayra decided not to come back to RC, and Amanda accepted a job as an RA – leaving just the two of us in the suite.
There were pluses and minuses to this living situation – as, I’m sure, is the case for all dorms. RC didn’t have a football team, so baseball and soccer players filled in the rowdy partying gap – and we lived directly above a suite full of ‘em. The window below our living room window was both kicked out and kicked in several times throughout the semester. It was almost impossible to sleep after 25c wings night at the closest bar to campus. We made up for it by dragging furniture around our rooms very early the next morning.
Most of my memories of life in Olson are pretty vague. Kelley basically had the suite to herself. I stayed in my room for about half of the first semester, but after a brief break-up and reconciliation, I moved in with my boyfriend and only returned to our suite for parties and to move out at the end of the year. I remember getting my car stuck in a snow drift over Christmas break, and having to leave it there for a few days since no one was available to dig me out. I also remember many games of Trivial Pursuit, including one where Kelley’s boyfriend didn’t know the answer to a question about Little Women (?), and I replied – from the shower – with “C’mon! It’s a classic American novel!”. Cos that’s how I roll.