As the academic year rolled ahead, so did my dorm adventure. It began with wandering into people's room. But it really started with house meetings and house activities. People generally come to house meetings, or, as is the status quo, the regulars usually come to these weekly meetings. There was free food, ocassional midnight breakfast (a concept I have never understood, and probably never will), important announcements made here and there, the more memorable about 1) campus-wide mafia-style detective games, 2) winter-madness, and 3) the arrival of the infamous and extremely popular Scavenger Hunt (which turned the lounge into a cross between a junkyard and a war camp). I learned that living in a dorm almost gaurantees you access to guitars. Everyone had some kind of hidden talent that you wouldn't be "in" on about it, certainly not from those early ice-breaker activities. A history-buff owned a reputable vinyl record collection. There were cool posters to admire, and wardrobes to gush over (if you're a girl). Another house-mate owned a classy poker set. The fourth floor boys pulled off an amazing Thanksgiving study break (extremely popular food gatherings), so you paid them a visit during the weeknights (unless they were out because it's Wednesday, also known as bar-night, courtesy of some fraternity), discover that they owned almost every imaginable kitchen appliance (at your disposal; everyone appreciates your cooking skills), immortalize their wall, etc. Somebody, out of humor, had wedged a Bible into the hinge of their door, using it as a doorstopper - and why not? It probably came off the 'Used Book' racks in front of the Library entrance. There were rooms incredibly messy beyond my own standard. It was a great experience.