Welcome to Rivers Hall
I've decided to do a LOT of typing with this post, like the good ol' days of my blog when I was more awesomer than I am now. So, chaulk full or sarcasm and wit, I bring you my latest update with a bazillion pictures while I show you around the place that I now call "home."
Rivers is a big square looking building on top of a hill off of Pine street. This bad boy is the male dorm, so you know what to expect with a few hundred guys from 18-20something years old. Rivers sits next to the sister building, Rice, which happens to be the female dorms. I'm sure it's much nicer and smells like flowers. I've never been inside, though it's not a big deal if you have opposite sex visitors. Before I go any further I'd like to point out that Rivers and Rice are the old dorms, built sometime in the Paleolithic era. As you can expect, these are the cheap dorms where all the people whose parents didn't feel like spending the extra couple hundred on the surprisingly nice dorms surrounding the big Lego dorms we live in. Between Rivers and Rice is what's known as "Towers," which baffles me because the building is very short and is one singular building, not two. Towers is the buffet where we with meal plans go to eat. The food isn't bad at all, but the variety is far from...well, VARIED. Oh well, it's FREE for me. Moving on.
This is the front parking lot. It's hard as hell to find a spot here during the week, but on the weekends it's practically empty. Nobody stays here on the weekend.
This is the front entrance to Rivers. It's past midnight so you're supposed to have to swipe your ID card in that thingy on the right to get in, but the doors on the left are broken so you can waltz in anytime you like. Things like that are good to know when you leave your wallet in your room or something.
This here is the lounge where anyone can chill and watch TV on a couch instead of on their bed in their room. I've probably accumulated a good 10 minutes total in this room. Most of the time it's some football players watching ESPN like it was a religious necessity. On the left side of the room are these:
The vending machines. Included is a change machine that doesn't work, which makes it nearly impossible to do laundry with the laundry machines that only take quarters. The snack machines only take change and student ID cards. For some reason they just don't want my cash. The drink machines are good though, so I grab the occassional Dr. Pepper or Mountain Dew when I am really thirsty.
Most of the time though, this guy is my best friend when it comes to hydration. It's a whole 10 feet from my room so it's quite convenient when I am parched.
The doors in this building all look the same, that big, steel, prison-type look. These are the kind of doors you'd see in a bunker 100 ft below the surface.
This is the Mezzanine, the floor that the door with the M on it leads to. It's between the bottom floor and 1st floor. This is where the Japanese kids cook their rice, and where nobody really hangs out. I've used one of the microwaves once, but both of them are broken in some way.
The laundry room is through a doorway on the right of the above picture in the Mezzanine. This is where I get my clothes cleaned when I can finally scrounge up enough quarters to do so because the damn change machine downstairs doesn't work. At least the washers and dryers wash and dry like they should. No complaints in this room.
This is the first thing I see when I get to my floor. This window looks down into the lobby on the first floor. That table with the books on it has a sign that says "Take one please" but I have yet to take any of those books, rather even find out what the hell those books are in the first place.
Elevator rides sure are awkward when it's just you and some other guy. What are you supposed to say, "Hey, uhh I see you're going down too. That's cool." Yeah alright. I usually end up with this view when I do take the elevator.
Nice view of my feet..and my crotch if that's what you're really looking at.
I mostly just go up and down these bastards here. These are the kind of stairs that if you trip, you're going to the hospital with a broken neck and a real dumb feeling about yourself. I usually run up and down the stairs to make myself feel like I'm cheating death or something: my new extreme sport.
Around the corner from the elevator on each floor is one big huge mirror that serves no real purpose except for people like me to take pictures of themselves in. It's hot as hell in that jacket, by the way.
Dear God, it's the bathroom. It wouldn't be so bad if it weren't for the smell. The smell is just horrifying. It smells like stale urine that no one bothered to flush a few weeks ago. This is what living in a trench in World War 1 must have smelled like. If Hell has its own stench, this is it. I can't brush my teeth in the bathroom without getting the feeling of having disgusting teeth that I just brushed with piss-flavored toothpaste. Being in there makes me want to take a shower, but it's hard to feel clean taking a shower in one of these things:
The showers.... There's something wrong with each one of them. The two on the right have gaping holes in the ceiling.
You can't help to feel disgusting when you take a hot shower, but cold water from the floor above condenses on the pipes and drips down on you while you try and pretend you can't feel it. uhhhguaghegaweg
This guy right here is the second from the left. While it looks clean, this thing is a bitch. It has two temperatures: OFF, and HOT AS HELL. I thought I got the good shower until I felt my skin starting to boil.
The shower all the way on the end is clean too, but the handle leaks cold water on you even when the water from the shower-head is hot. It feels really weird and kind of gross. THE SHOWERS DRIVE ME FREAKING CRAZY
Showers aside, here's the piece of crap ironing board that nobody uses. It looks like it was in its prime back in the 1950s.
Last but not least, is my room. I like it in here. It's peaceful, usually pretty clean, and not as small as I thought it would feel. I can get my homework done with no distractions at all in here. This is my hole I crawl into when I'm tired and just need to chill.
Okay, so as you may have seen, Rivers is not the greatest of dormatories you've seen. Somehow though, I kind of like it here. I get over the weird stuff around here, the inconveniences and everything. I just like to make fun of them. There's so much more that I can't just get in a picture on a camera, so all I can say is you'd have to be here to know. So yeah It's 3:30AM and I have class in 8.5 hours. I'm going to sleep.
I hope you liked all this, because I sure did. Mmmmmm, yeah.
OUT
Rivers is a big square looking building on top of a hill off of Pine street. This bad boy is the male dorm, so you know what to expect with a few hundred guys from 18-20something years old. Rivers sits next to the sister building, Rice, which happens to be the female dorms. I'm sure it's much nicer and smells like flowers. I've never been inside, though it's not a big deal if you have opposite sex visitors. Before I go any further I'd like to point out that Rivers and Rice are the old dorms, built sometime in the Paleolithic era. As you can expect, these are the cheap dorms where all the people whose parents didn't feel like spending the extra couple hundred on the surprisingly nice dorms surrounding the big Lego dorms we live in. Between Rivers and Rice is what's known as "Towers," which baffles me because the building is very short and is one singular building, not two. Towers is the buffet where we with meal plans go to eat. The food isn't bad at all, but the variety is far from...well, VARIED. Oh well, it's FREE for me. Moving on.
This is the front parking lot. It's hard as hell to find a spot here during the week, but on the weekends it's practically empty. Nobody stays here on the weekend.
This is the front entrance to Rivers. It's past midnight so you're supposed to have to swipe your ID card in that thingy on the right to get in, but the doors on the left are broken so you can waltz in anytime you like. Things like that are good to know when you leave your wallet in your room or something.
This here is the lounge where anyone can chill and watch TV on a couch instead of on their bed in their room. I've probably accumulated a good 10 minutes total in this room. Most of the time it's some football players watching ESPN like it was a religious necessity. On the left side of the room are these:
The vending machines. Included is a change machine that doesn't work, which makes it nearly impossible to do laundry with the laundry machines that only take quarters. The snack machines only take change and student ID cards. For some reason they just don't want my cash. The drink machines are good though, so I grab the occassional Dr. Pepper or Mountain Dew when I am really thirsty.
Most of the time though, this guy is my best friend when it comes to hydration. It's a whole 10 feet from my room so it's quite convenient when I am parched.
The doors in this building all look the same, that big, steel, prison-type look. These are the kind of doors you'd see in a bunker 100 ft below the surface.
This is the Mezzanine, the floor that the door with the M on it leads to. It's between the bottom floor and 1st floor. This is where the Japanese kids cook their rice, and where nobody really hangs out. I've used one of the microwaves once, but both of them are broken in some way.
The laundry room is through a doorway on the right of the above picture in the Mezzanine. This is where I get my clothes cleaned when I can finally scrounge up enough quarters to do so because the damn change machine downstairs doesn't work. At least the washers and dryers wash and dry like they should. No complaints in this room.
This is the first thing I see when I get to my floor. This window looks down into the lobby on the first floor. That table with the books on it has a sign that says "Take one please" but I have yet to take any of those books, rather even find out what the hell those books are in the first place.
Elevator rides sure are awkward when it's just you and some other guy. What are you supposed to say, "Hey, uhh I see you're going down too. That's cool." Yeah alright. I usually end up with this view when I do take the elevator.
Nice view of my feet..and my crotch if that's what you're really looking at.
I mostly just go up and down these bastards here. These are the kind of stairs that if you trip, you're going to the hospital with a broken neck and a real dumb feeling about yourself. I usually run up and down the stairs to make myself feel like I'm cheating death or something: my new extreme sport.
Around the corner from the elevator on each floor is one big huge mirror that serves no real purpose except for people like me to take pictures of themselves in. It's hot as hell in that jacket, by the way.
Dear God, it's the bathroom. It wouldn't be so bad if it weren't for the smell. The smell is just horrifying. It smells like stale urine that no one bothered to flush a few weeks ago. This is what living in a trench in World War 1 must have smelled like. If Hell has its own stench, this is it. I can't brush my teeth in the bathroom without getting the feeling of having disgusting teeth that I just brushed with piss-flavored toothpaste. Being in there makes me want to take a shower, but it's hard to feel clean taking a shower in one of these things:
The showers.... There's something wrong with each one of them. The two on the right have gaping holes in the ceiling.
You can't help to feel disgusting when you take a hot shower, but cold water from the floor above condenses on the pipes and drips down on you while you try and pretend you can't feel it. uhhhguaghegaweg
This guy right here is the second from the left. While it looks clean, this thing is a bitch. It has two temperatures: OFF, and HOT AS HELL. I thought I got the good shower until I felt my skin starting to boil.
The shower all the way on the end is clean too, but the handle leaks cold water on you even when the water from the shower-head is hot. It feels really weird and kind of gross. THE SHOWERS DRIVE ME FREAKING CRAZY
Showers aside, here's the piece of crap ironing board that nobody uses. It looks like it was in its prime back in the 1950s.
Last but not least, is my room. I like it in here. It's peaceful, usually pretty clean, and not as small as I thought it would feel. I can get my homework done with no distractions at all in here. This is my hole I crawl into when I'm tired and just need to chill.
Okay, so as you may have seen, Rivers is not the greatest of dormatories you've seen. Somehow though, I kind of like it here. I get over the weird stuff around here, the inconveniences and everything. I just like to make fun of them. There's so much more that I can't just get in a picture on a camera, so all I can say is you'd have to be here to know. So yeah It's 3:30AM and I have class in 8.5 hours. I'm going to sleep.
I hope you liked all this, because I sure did. Mmmmmm, yeah.
OUT