Yesterday evening I came back from work to discover my friend Kim, a 5th East alum, primering the room into which I’m supposed to be moving (which was her room when I was a frosh). The room should have not only been primered, but painted, a while ago, but I am a horrible and inexperienced painter and it wasn’t going well – and the more I realized that it was going badly, the more I found excuses not to paint, because I just didn’t want to work on it. So Kim, who is a good painter, asked me if I wanted help, in exchange for helping take down what’s left of the wallpaper in her new apartment and painting there. I, of course, agreed that this was a fantastic idea. And here’s hoping that soon my room will be finished, and better quality than it would have been if I’d done it without her help.
My only previous experience with painting rooms was when I was a frosh, and my then-roommate Crystle and I painted our room together. It was right before term started. We painted all day, slept in the lounge so that we wouldn’t be poisoned by paint fumes, and put all our furniture and stuff back in place the next day. We didn’t know that if primer dries on the rollers, the covers will become hard as concrete and unremovable, so we ended up doing all the actual painting with only paintbrushes. I don’t know how we pulled it off.
This is what Crystle’s and my room looked like in January ’04:
If you are an incoming frosh or prospective student interested in painting your room, I know of four dorms that allow you to do so – East Campus, Senior Haus, Random Hall and Bexley. Although my belief is that one should pick a living group based on whether one enjoys the culture, and not superficial factors, something like whether you can paint your room is one of those little quirks to look at.
I had planned to go to the dinner mob of Nick “Nim” Martin ’03, another 5th East alum who just moved to California and was back in town for the first time, but I was too late. So instead, I went with Kim to the Coolidge Corner Theater to watch a showing of episodes of the 1999 TV show Freaks and Geeks, and listen to a really funny speech by its creator, complete with readings from his new memoir about romance and dating, and an excerpt from what may turn into a new book. After Kim and I got back to campus, we went to Chicago Pizza, just a few blocks away, for dinner.