#i miss my college town

[fanboy-feminist]

I’m visiting home for winter break and I left my Isle of Dogs DVD at my apartment (2 hours away) this is my personal hell

[girlblogger360]

School starts next month

[skunkes]

i dpnt want to go hoooome

[intertexts]

man i'm so tired of university i hate this shit. can i please fastforward like 5 years & have some stable fine paying job that doesn't suck all of my time and energy & covers like. bills and gas & antique store trinkets. pleaaaase.

[quartzskies]

anyway thought i was kinda cute today

[themyscirah]

Some portrait doodles I did during my flight today

[vitamin-zeeth]

I'm on exam leave atm and it's soo telling that even tho I'm literally a week away from my first exam this is the best I've felt the whole school year. Like yeah I have a ton of revision to do but also I just made brownies yesterday. Like I just went "I wanna make brownies" and I did. I can just fuckin do that now. This is amazing.

[rubenesque-as-fuck]

The elated high of realizing a band that you adore is touring through your town in a couple of months vs. the devastating crash when you see that all tickets are already sold out, even the super expensive VIP packages 😭

[bookishjules]

is it too much to ask for coffee shops to be open til midnights purely for the vibes

[asfdhgsdkjhgb]

had quite the night drive earlier this evening.

[elpublico]

went to antique store to try to find my sister a bday present and failed however i did find born in the usa by bruce springsteen on vinyl

[stevesnailbat]

i am so totally normal about end of beginning by djo and i always have been. so totally normal i have never screamed it in my car and felt it in my soul. im totally normal about the fact that i relate as someone who left their favorite midwest city to move to another city for the biggest change of their life. i’m so totally normal about relating to joe i am so normal

[v1-kisser]

Just heard a plane overhead and got homesick

[noctilionoidea]

love college but every once in awhile I’m struck with how horrific it is that I only learnt to appreciate garlic as soon as it was no longer in everything my mother or the various Italian restaurants cooked. I take it all back garlic, I miss you being put in literally everything to varying degrees

[flyingfishtailoutpost1]

The school tech and I were talking to our TA today about what she wants to do after graduation. She said she wanted to go into education, maybe ESE, so I mentioned that my alumni had a special program for education of the deaf and blind—“and the dorms have AC now and everything, so that’s awesome!”

They were like “…wut??”

So I had to give them the story of my College Dorm Adventure, which I knew was kind of bonkers but by their reactions I’m starting to wonder if maybe I’m underestimating it by, like, an order of magnitude.

Some highlights:

Most of the school is housed in a Victorian-era hotel that looks like fucking Hogwarts. The dining hall had three story vaulted ceilings and Tiffany stained glass. The food was shitty though. Eating extremely shitty cafeteria mac n cheese under gilded frescoes was a funny experience.

The wiring was so old that some of it may have been there since the place was built…in 1888.

So yeah, no AC and also if you ran a blow dryer and a tv at the same time you could blow out the lights for an entire floor.

There was central heat, because the temps would get down into the teens in winter, but all the heat rose to the top floors because the insulation was ancient and because of all the secret passages (hold on a sec) so the upper floor rooms would be sweltering. So we opened the windows in the hall, let it get to like 40 degrees, and ran back and forth to thermoregulate like garden lizards

Oh yeah, the place was riddled with secret passages, because the dorm rooms were in the old hotel rooms, and there were the remains of old staircases that led to nowhere and chutes between rooms so the ye olde servants could move around unobtrusively. Some were boarded up. Some were not. Some were still used by maintenance so occasionally you’d hear their voices echoing in the walls.

That didn’t help with the whole “this place is hella haunted” thing

Because it was hella haunted.

Every day we had people dressed as pirates walking crowds past our windows giving lectures about how haunted it was. Housing Services occassionally had to issue memos telling all the freshmen that they couldn’t ask to move rooms anymore just because some upperclassmen told them their room had a ghost in it. (One of my rooms had a ghost in it but I didn’t figure that out until way later.)

The design of the dining hall meant that there were acoustic pockets where people 150 feet away could hear what you were saying because the sound traveled along the arched ceilings. This could cause gossip-type trouble, and also convincing-the-freshmen-that-the-ghosts-were-everywhere type trouble

Possibly more frightening: the school was tiny and most of the classrooms were in the same structure as the dorms so if you skipped class too many times and you lived on the ground floor, you could wake up to your professor peering in the window at you like “HEY, YOU GOOD???”

(The town was also tiny. One graphic design professor was known for going out drinking with groups of his seniors and getting hammered at the bars across the street, then the whole lot of them would end up sleeping it off on his office floor because why not?)

Supposedly you couldn’t go up to the 3rd floor ballroom because Aleister Crowley did seances up there and summoned demons so the floor was cursed and rotted. Crowley had indeed been a guest at the hotel. The floor was just structurally unsound because they hadn’t gotten enough grant money for the restoration job.

There were creepy carved cherubs EVERYWHERE, they were inescapable. One weekend the dollar theater down the street ran The Haunting and everyone freaked out and people were sleeping in the hallways for a while because they couldn’t deal with being stared at all night.

My sophomore year a raccoon or some sort of something got into one of the passages in the walls or ceiling adjacent to my room and died. The room was filled with death smell and flies for two weeks. Maintenance just shrugged at us about it and were like “Yeah that happens sometimes, we have no clue what’s in those walls, really.” My roommate at the time moved into a friends room that smelled better and I was left pretty much alone with a dead raccoon(?) and a raging bad case of unmedicated anxiety disorder. Luckily that was not also the room What Had The Ghost In It.

I lived there all 4 years because my friends and I insta-bonded and we all ended up living next door to each other and going everywhere in a pack. Also we liked the weird. And the ghosts.

[pendraegon]

my beautiful kefir drinking mutuals and followers are there any new good kefir i should be trying now that im back 👀