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Housing was one of my biggest fears when I got accepted into RIT. I knew the school was amazing and would provide the education that I had always wanted, but I was terrified that I’d be in the worst dorm, with a kleptomaniac for a roommate, and would forget half my stuff. Thankfully, this was not the case…
Kate Gleason Hall is where I found myself freshman year. I am only slightly biased, but it was the best residence hall in the history of residence halls. When you visit campus, or find yourself here as a freshman, you’ll know it as the one with the giant clock on it. This is the clock that symbolized home for me for a year and every time I see it I remember how much I changed in the year I lived in Gleason Hall.
I consider Gleason to be one of the best dorms. Why? It’s close to Gracie’s (the place where endless amounts of food live), it had an amazing view of the quarter mile, and it provides access to an open and constantly bustling quad. My room was not the largest I had seen, but it had tall ceilings and beautiful wooden furniture as well as an impressive closet.
My room was on the second floor and overlooked the quad, which led straight into the quarter mile. My roommate was Tiffany. I had express permission to call her Tiffy and we got along extremely well. She and I often ate our meals together, watched entire seasons of Dexter, and laughed during that awkward moment after we said goodnight to each other, but before we actually fell asleep. Oh, and she turned out to be the very opposite of a Kleptomaniac by never stealing my stuff, always offering to share, and having a puffy machine that made the room smell awesome.
Upon moving in, I only forgot a few choice items that were easily picked up at nearby stores. I was surprised at how much of my stuff I could actually fit into my room. My mom’s car was filled to the brim and overflowing, but it all transferred nicely into my draws, shelves, and closet (and found a perfect place to keep my books as I was reading them).
All in all, I really loved my freshman housing. It might not seem like a great thing to live in an average sized room with another person in a building with 300 other occupants, but I wouldn’t trade the experience for anything. This was the perfect way to transition from constantly living with my family to being completely on my own. I did stupid stuff and learned a lot about myself. I realized I couldn’t cook to save my life, that I can in fact wake my own self up for class, that no one needs to tell me to clean my room because I often do that when avoiding homework, and that an appalling amount of young men do not know how to do their own laundry :)