Word: closeting
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...ronique: On this spring evening, I could be working on one of my zillion papers or enjoying a leisurely dinner with friends. Instead, I am wildly searching my room for something spandex. My cheerleading dilemma is strangely appropriate: I have nothing to wear! My closet is strangely bare of any athletic clothing. I finally decide on old gym shorts from high school (a vivid purple) and a white tank top. I feel almost peppy, confident that I look the part. I can do this! I’ve got spunk! Who cares that...
...something about transvestite aliens, right?” asks Ahn—but they’ve heard enough to know that attendance requires made-up faces and the appropriate accoutrements: namely, Goth-inspired garb. “Basically I just pulled whatever black I had out of the closet,” says Goodwin. Ahn, who hails from rural Ohio, even dyed her hair back to its natural dark hue for the occasion...
...college stories. I’ve been told that my father and his roommates piled guinea pig cages one on top of another to build what they called the “Pig Palace.” They owned a cat called Meez, an iguana that lived in the closet, as well as a family of white mice. My mother was there too, drawn in to the zoo by a rather inexplicable attraction to a version of my father in dark glasses and hair so huge it doesn’t fit in the yearbook photo that now gathers dust...
When I walked into Eliot H-44 for the first time this fall, I called my father on the phone, and argued with him about the orientation of the mouse-throwing window, the bathroom, the common room closet. My mother hardly recognized the Eliot House dining hall when she met me for lunch. There are no guinea pigs in my common room and the dining hall I know looks different from the one my mother knew. But their stories have survived in the form of memory, jostled from long hibernation by a word, an image, an unexpected association...
...standing Pennypacker tradition that takes advantage of the dorm’s sizeable central stairways. The funneling device was constructed, fourth floor resident Devin C. Powell ‘03 explains, from “an old piece of pipe that was all nasty, that we found in a closet.” The pipe had a capacity of six beers at a time, creating an epic mess on the ground floor. “You’d walk into Pennypacker for weeks afterward and smell the stench from the puddles that were left there...