What a nice segue into Co-ops. they may be one of my favorite aspects of Oberlin life. I mean, the thing that terrified me the most about going to college, aside from trying to meet new people, was being shut out of a good working kitchen for 4 years. Now, the kitchen I do cook in these days is not what you’d call restaurant worthy, but the food’s delicious and the people kind, and if you want to make brownies at 3 in the morning you go right ahead- just make sure you make enough for 100.
So, anyway, my co-op. Apparently, we are a ‘party’ co-op, although I’m sticking that adjective in quotes because, being honest, we’re really not. In fact, I’ve seen way more people showing up here looking for parties than I have any sort of festivities. I dunno, maybe this year we’re just not the hot place to be. But I can imagine how my dorm would throw some amazing parties. First of all, despite the building looking like an army stronghold, the innards more resemble an orphanage in which the children have risen up against their oppressive adults. There are huge murals on the walls and randomly colorful paintings on the walls. If that’s not enough, people will take chalk (or sharpie, or pen) to the walls whenever they want. It’s all done in good fun, and if our canvases, er… walls, get to full, the college is usually kind enough to come in and paint over them for us while we’re on break, giving us many more opportunities for artistic merriment.
Oh, and we have two giant, fake cacti that used to be speakers for some play. And one out-of-tune piano, and four organs (but only two of them perform any function besides decorative.)
