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This is the diary of three room-less soon-to-be juniors with the objective of getting a room in Oak Hall. You think you know, but you have no idea.
4:20 a.m. – The music starts. Jess: “Angela, is that your alarm?” Three girls roll out of bed.
4:40 a.m. – We arrive – 12th in line. Apparently 4:20 a.m. wasn’t early enough. To our surprise, two girls had been sitting here since 10 p.m. Monday night, decked out in hats, mittens, blankets, pillows and sleeping bags. We settle in for our long morning.
5:25 a.m. – A game of Go Fish gets out of hand.
6:15 a.m. – Fifteen helpless victims join the pack. It’s definitely cold; our toes are falling off.
6:30 a.m. – Lindsay: “Oh my God, there’s a guy!” Our knight in shining armor finally unlocks the door. A herd of ruthless, freezing and homeless students bust through the doors of Wells Conference Center. We set up camp for another five hours.
7:55 a.m. – We’re beginning to make friends, yet we remain cautious because this is every man for himself.
8:00 a.m. – We are fearful to get up to use the restroom because of the evil-eye stare we keep getting from everyone around us.
8:30 a.m. – We’re glad there’s no such thing as seniority on this campus, otherwise we’d have missed out on all this fun.
8:39 a.m. – Someone informs us that it’s National Honesty Day. Lindsay: “I hate leopard print pillows!” Jess: “This is the most boring experience of my life. I hate school.” Angela: “Now, this is what college is all about.”
8:45 a.m. – The laughing fits begin and random conversations start. Angela: “What?!? You’ve never seen ‘Jem and the Rockers?’ You were deprived!”
8:55 a.m. – Angela: “People hate us cause we don’t stop laughing!” Lindsay: “Why? It’s just funny!” Jess: “This sucks.”
9:30 a.m. – “Bullshit!” It’s just a card game right?
9:45 a.m. – Some freshman rolls in and tries to cut in line. We girls aren’t having it. Time for another evil stare down.
10:15 a.m. – A man in uniform walks by. Jess: “They’ve called in the Marines! I told you, this is serious.”
10:30 a.m. – A devious conversation emerges … Jess: “Let’s steal their schedules so they can’t sign up for a room!” Lindsay: “Yeah, and their MaineCards too!” Angela: “Okay, this is getting out of control.”
10:45 a.m. – Angela: “Look at those people cutting in front of us and going up the stairs! What the f**k?” Lindsay: “They’re just R.A.s, it’s okay!” Jess: “Woah, that was a close call.”
11:05 a.m. – Mad dash for the stairs.
11:25 a.m. – Waking up at 4:20 a.m. paid off – we all got the rooms we wanted. That wasn’t so bad. I mean, we’re juniors and we got to sit here in the freezing cold, get pushed around by room-hungry students and all for only seven hours. This has been a good time.
Angela Fiandaca is a sophomore journalism major. Lindsay Schiepp is a sophomore English major.
