How weird is that?
When I look at that word I always feel like it would be more fitting as senor with a tilde than senior like senior citizen. Semantics aside, I’m living in the apartments this year. Let me show you what that means: PICTURE
To you foodies out there, that’s pulled pork and coleslaw with sweet potato fries. Princeton review says we have great dining halls and I’ll take their word for it, but this is what it’s all about – that home cooking.
I’ll be honest, that meal is a best-case scenario. For every other meal, my roommates and I eat sandwiches made on bagels because they are the only type of bread we have left in the house (cinnamon raison and salami?) But my dad is a chef from New York City, so if I didn’t flex those genes every once in a while, I would bring great dishonor to my family. Like Mulan.
Moving into the senior apartments on campus is just like moving in to a real apartment, because it’s just exactly that. You need furniture, kitchen stuff, food, decorations, cleaning supplies. Without those things, you don’t have a home. You have a bedroom with a dirty bathroom.
We have a home here in Alfond 133. Astro turf rug, chair as a T.V stand, soccer flags as wall art. So college, right? My friend told me it’s like sitting in a field because of the turf and the window orientation, and I kind of believe that. It’s very Maine.
Loudness weekend really set the tone for the year. I’m a senior, I’m part of the bicentennial class, and my friends and I live in crazy dope places all over Waterville. What that means is that the land, lakes, mountains – all that fun stuff. Complete access. I’ll keep ya’ll updated.