Well, the dorms I called home were blown to bits today.
No more will students have to walk under plywood atop chain-link fence to prevent such bodily injuries as getting clocked by falling facade.
Never again will water stream down the stairs like a waterfall, when some drunken idiot decided it would be funny to create a flood by stopping up the sink in the 10th floor kitchenette.
No one will ever have to carry their friend with a broken ankle down 6 flights of stairs at 3 am because some moron pulled the fire alarm.
No one will ever have to climb 11 (10 plus the mezzanine) flights of stairs to get to the top when the elevators are broken.
Never again will girls wonder why on Earth their are urinals in their bathrooms on an all girl's floor.
No more will water swish in the toilets on 10th floor on a breezy day.
Just for the record, I didn't spend an unusual amount of time in the bathrooms. And even though I couldn't be there myself, and have yet to
watch it on the
web because I refuse to download a Microsoft plug-in (why, oh why couldn't they just use QuickTime?) I have my own little piece of Towers to treasure forever, a genuine piece of that crumbling facade. Not quite as cool, or historical, as, let's say, the Berlin Wall, but still.
Ah, the memories. And that's just what was directly related to the building, never mind the crazy people that brought an atmosphere to the place unlike any other residence association...
It was worth the walk.
