I’m in my room in Senior House (which, before you ask, is not just for seniors) right now. My walls are an uninteresting shade of white.
I arrived on Saturday from Florida, where I was spending time with my family for the holidays. I had other plans for break, but they fell through, so I decided to come back here a little early to go see an AMAZING concert and spend New Years in a place that I wasn’t allergic to.
(No, really, I’m convinced I’m allergic to Florida. I’ve never had allergies anywhere else. They started when I arrived and were gone hours after arriving back in Boston. Too bad – it turns out that Florida is a pretty cool place, despite the heat. I really like how much nature is accessible there.)
As I was saying. The walls. My room.
I have a single, and strangely shaped though it may be (there are…fourteen corners in my room, but it’s still pretty much a rectangle. Have fun figuring that one out), I quite like it. I have a view of the Media Lab and of the construction next to the Media Lab, which was great for waking me up at 5am back in the fall. My single is in a suite. This can mean different things across dorms – I think Burton-Connor suites make up different floors and have kitchens or something like that – but in Senior House, this means I share a lounge with three other people. Normally, it’s several more – something like five or six, but my suite is somewhat of an architectural anomaly within Senior House.
One of the cool things in this dorm is that we’re allowed to paint the walls (and have cats and smoke, if you’re into that). As a result, there are a myriad of cool murals and interesting decorations in Senior House. One of the not so cool things is that recent renovations resulted in a lot of walls being painted over and murals lost.
Anyway, I’m still new here and don’t know for sure whether my suite was ever painted. But at this very moment – right, you remember. Uninteresting walls.
My suitemate and I considered painting in the beginning of the year, but we were far too lazy and decided to leave this endeavor for IAP, which you’ll hear more about as it occurs.
Now January is fast-approaching (actually, it’s here. Oops), and I have to decide whether this is something I really want to do. Interesting walls do not make a person, and the money could honestly be put to better use on a lot of things, but at the same, well, I love color.
The point I’m trying to emphasize here is that I really appreciate the fact that I have so much freedom to choose what I do here. I can paint the walls, I could have a cat (theoretically. But only cats. And fish), I could live in a double or a single or a suite, I could paint a mural on the walls. Just another thing to think about when it comes time to choose your living groups (because, you know, it’s only eight months from now ;)
This has to be the most awkwardly timed blog entry in the world. All of you have finally submitted your applications and probably celebrated the coming of the New Year, and here I am talking about my walls.
I have a lot to say about the end of first semester, and I plan on actually saying it soon because I have time now, instead of thinking about saying it but actually falling asleep like I’ve been doing for the past month.
Of course, by “I have time” I actually mean that “I have more time than I did before, which was none, so it’s not actually saying much because I still have an Arabic final a week from now, but I’ll still have plenty of time for you all, my pretties.”
(Harvard’s finals schedule does not correspond with ours. Which, if I were you, would be a huge deterrent for taking classes there. But don’t worry, that’s changing soon, so it won’t affect you much.)
Anyway, the time that I have happens to be running out for tonight because I still have a lot of studying to do.
I hope you all have a relaxing break, and a great start to your last semester of high school. :)