Paris… was very nice. It’s probably very sad that the only thing I want to say about it is that I managed to find ramen there, vacationing under the pseudonym ‘lamen.’ I should’ve taken a picture.
Moving in, however… oh my god I want to talk about it so badly. First of all, I am a sophomore at Drake. Last year I resided in the lovely Carpenter freshman dorms – which are crowded, subject to extreme temperatures, and utterly without charm or elegance. This year, I am sharing a Goodwin-Kirk suite with three other Anime Club members. The suite consists of three rooms: two bedrooms and a common room. The beds are high and comfortable, we have a bay window in each room, carpeting, and oh so much glorious room.
Let’s do a little comparison, shall we? I have two pictures of my second-semester layout in Carpenter. I was very proud that I had managed to move and set everything up myself. But… clever layout aside, it’s crowded. Seriously. I had to move the fan to get to my clothes and then move it back to get to my bed. I could only play the Playstation from the corner of my bed; the controller wire was too short. Etc. Etc. Etc. But don’t take my word for it. Take a look for yourself:
Now, let’s compare with the GK dorms, shall we?
And then there are the bathrooms. Oh the bathrooms of GK! These are works of art in comparison to Carpenter bathrooms. The toilet stalls are spacious, with low-to-the-ground sides and doors that actually lock. The sinks don’t leave puddle-sized wet spots when my shirt brushes against them, and they are spaced so that you do not have to bump elbows with someone every time you have to wash your hands. The showers are huge! Oh, at home I can take it for granted that I will be able to trudge from one side of the tub to another. But at Carpenter I could only turn around under the fickle showerhead. At GK, that is no longer a problem – I can trudge where I please within the curtained alcove, singing praises to the angel that watches over GK as I do so.
By and large, though, my favorite aspect of the GK bathrooms are the paper towel dispensers. They are motion-detecting towel dispensers. I just wave my hand and it measures out a paper towel for me. It makes me feel like a Jedi.
“This is not the droid you’re looking for.”
“Oh, I’m sorry, this is not the droid we’re looking for. Would you like a complimentary paper towel?”
I often come perilously close to giggling when I use the paper towel dispenser.
…Well, I got incredibly poetic there. Embarrassing. I do have creative stuff to show off this time, though; in fact, I have a little bit of a buffer. Not much of one, but enough to tide me over until I can continue churning out the writing, art, or comics. Here’s a wallpaper I did for my parents’ anniversary.
That’s their wedding picture on either side of the hedge, with the city and gardens of Paris as background. The hedge itself is from the Rodin Museum in Paris (where the Thinker is), at the very back of the museum gardens. I had to wait a long time to get a shot without people in it so I could create this very wallpaper. It worked out surprisingly well. And Danielle liked it, so I must have done something right. Oh, right, the kiss? That was in Paris too. Ah, amour…
Well, that’s it for now. Yeah, I know, I know, only one creative thing for the price of a long ode to the GK bathrooms. Eh, you can handle it, right? Right. *escapes*