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Post by mschlatter on Dec 4, 2006 12:11:35 GMT -5
Some of my most vivid memories of Smith life are the sleeping dorm. I have always enjoyed telling stories about the sleeping dorm. People just cannot believe that we slept in a big room with all of the windows open in the Winter.
As I mentioned on my introduction, I have been on the alumni board for a few years. When we talk about inprovements with the Smith men, the sleeping dorm has come up again and again in recent years. So, after much debate, we added heating to the sleeping dorm a couple of weeks ago. It is a radiant heat on the ceiling. There is an exhaust system that monitors Co2 content the sleeing dorm and exchanges air when the Co2 content gets too high.
I'm sure everyone has their own take on that project, but we have to compete for students to keep the place open, and the sleeping dorm has been an obstacle the last few years.
In any case, I'm sure there are some pretty good sleeping dorm stories out there.
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Post by chetzki on Dec 7, 2006 21:03:06 GMT -5
Like when someone thought it was funny to fill a guy's bed with beer bottles until he went to bed early in the morning and dropped them ONE at a time slowly onto the floor from the top bunk. Bang! Clank! Bang!
Or when we took the plywood out from under a guy's mattress that always dove into bed head first?
Or when we set a cinder block balanced on a tree branch with a rope running over a branch, through the screen window and attached to a guy's pillow so when he pulled on it the pillow was supposed to fly out the window but he held on and tied it off (he thought his bike was on the other end because we tied it up under the 3rd story eaves a few weeks before that.
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Post by Jeremy C_88-93 on Dec 15, 2006 13:50:44 GMT -5
Or when we seran wrapped a guy's bunk so he 'bonked' into a clear plastic 'wall' when he tried to crawl in.
Or when somebody else got their porn collection tied all over the bunk with string.
I remember many nights as I slept beneath Libor Kubicek (nicknamed Condor). It felt like he was high jumping into the top bunk because I would hear maybe 2 steps from the door as he ran up to the bed and then whoomp, the bed shook as he landed his leap up top.
I can't believe the guys have caved in and heated up the joint. Where's the ritual 'braving of the elements'? The 'dorm room dash' to get under the blankets as fast as possible. I will always remember those winters with appreciation and fond memories.
I think it took me a few winters to arrive on the perfect face covering to keep my nose warm without bothering me. I started out with a stocking cap pulled down to my nose but that was freaking annoying. At long last I took an extra sheet and somehow coiled it and made a sort of cave for my head.
Good times, good times.
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Post by regehr on Dec 30, 2006 1:44:48 GMT -5
I sometimes try to convince my wife that sleeping at outside temperature results in less colds than sleeping at 70 degrees. It's true but the argument is futile.
My favorite memories are waking up with a small snowdrift next to my pillow. Or am I just making that up? I feel sure that the screens let in small snowflakes...
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Post by chetzki on Jan 2, 2007 20:12:06 GMT -5
I know I had snow on my head. I slept in the South corner on top closest to the house. Also had hard time sleeping during full moon and I would sit on the fire escape for awhile. I know all about the "nose cave" that was my method also.
Chetzki
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Post by Jeremy C_88-93 on Jan 11, 2007 16:14:12 GMT -5
For sure snow got in. I slept 3 bunks in and against the house wall and occasionally a very bad storm would get snow to reach me. Brrrr.
After living at Smith I feel certain I could do some snow camping some winter down the road.
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Post by regehr on Jan 15, 2007 0:31:25 GMT -5
I've done a little snow camping in the last few years. Smith was definitely good preparation!
John
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Post by omnichronos on Feb 3, 2007 0:00:40 GMT -5
The coldest I remember the sleeping dorm getting was 5 degrees Fahrenheit, according to the indoor thermometer. Can anyone beat that? I slept for years with a fan blowing in my face after a few years at Smith. I got used to the snow blowing in on my face despite my ski cap. One of the funniest stories I remember at Smith involved an alcoholic new-man (you have to have a dark sense of humor). He only made it through the first year. Anyway, in the middle of the night he sat bolt upright on the top bunk and gave three rapid fire shrieks at the top of his lungs. He then hoped out of bed and said under his breath "barbecued."  We all thought he was experiencing delirium tremens, but no. It turned out his electric blanket had shorted out on the metal frame of the bed! Barbecued! |
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Post by sturner on Feb 10, 2007 0:15:13 GMT -5
I'll be the first as a current Smithie to say that I didn't find the heat in the sleeping dorm a necessity for me, but it had become a definite issue for recruiting. A little story about the sleeping dorm that I must share...we have a Smithie that joined us at semester, Jeremiah, who delivers pizza at night. There was a large ball of dough that was going to be thrown out at the end of the night, we're talking like a basketball-size ball of pizza dough, which he promptly brings home...and spreads out smoothly on another Smithie's desk. This Smithie, Justin, became quite upset, sensitive Colorado fellow that he is  and decided that the dough should be plastered on the windshield of Jeremiah's pickup. Discovering that he couldn't find the truck, Justin was quite disappointed... but I was able to come to the rescue by saying that hmmm...Jeremiah hadn't gone to bed yet. You should've SEEN Justin scale the steps to the sleeping dorm where he left tiny balls of pizza dough throughout Jeremiah's bed. At approximately 1:30 AM I headed to bed and when you opened the door WHOOSH, the smell of yeast hit you in the face. Jeremiah was still cursing about it this morning, was out $3 for a new bedsheet, and we all had a good chuckle...the pizza man learned a lesson. |
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Post by sturner on Feb 10, 2007 0:21:09 GMT -5
and here's a question for ya.... When y'all lived in Smith, how many guys still slept with things...I know of at least one teddybear named Snowball to my right and a little stuffed Republican elephant to my left...and a few plastic swords, rack that boy out carefully |
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Post by Mark Hager 87-91 on Feb 14, 2007 10:51:56 GMT -5
Shawn: I can't say I remember anything like that when I was there. Only thing that comes to mind is the apocryphal story of a guy named Marshall who had his girlfriend up there once. There were a lot of Marshall stories back in the day. Let me try this:
Hey Jeremy! Hey Chet! Know any Marshall stories? Maybe this would be a new thread.
Mark
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Post by Jeremy C_88-93 on Feb 14, 2007 15:57:42 GMT -5
New thread dutifully created.
;D
I know nothing about Marshall and his lady in the sleeping dorm but another guy by the name of Rich had a date on the sleeping dorm roof, for all to hear.
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Post by chetzki on Feb 16, 2007 21:27:27 GMT -5
I heard that too and I think Mark was there. Disadvantage of having a platform on the second floor was being able to hear some of that going on in the attic.
That was hilarious!
Chet
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Post by chetzki on Feb 23, 2007 21:48:03 GMT -5
I went camping in 8" of snow at Pott2. I was sponsoring the science club at Wamego High School at the time. They loved it!
Chetzki
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Post by chetzki on Feb 23, 2007 21:50:50 GMT -5
How about some rack out stories?
I used to wake people up with my stuff parrot. Anybody remember his name? We had a naming contest for him.
Chetzki
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We all thought he was experiencing delirium tremens, but no. It turned out his electric blanket had shorted out on the metal frame of the bed! Barbecued!
and decided that the dough should be plastered on the windshield of Jeremiah's pickup. Discovering that he couldn't find the truck, Justin was quite disappointed... but I was able to come to the rescue by saying that hmmm...Jeremiah hadn't gone to bed yet. You should've SEEN Justin scale the steps to the sleeping dorm where he left tiny balls of pizza dough throughout Jeremiah's bed.
