Web Exclusives: Raising Kate
a PAW web exclusive column by Kate
Swearengen '04 (kswearen@princeton.edu)
February 12, 2003:
Dorm
room draw
It's
not who you are, or is it?
Back in the good old days, before "sit down, you suck"
edged out "sis sis sis boom boom bah" as the cri de guerre
of Tiger basketball fans, all Princeton students lived in gothic
dorms.
Since then, things have changed. Nowadays, the venerable gothic
dorms featured so prominently in A Beautiful Mind have been
incorporated into Matthey and Rockefeller residential colleges and
into the so-called "junior slums" the string of
pretty-on-the-outside, shabby-on-the-inside edifices that include
Laughlin, Henry, and 1901 Hall. They have been replaced in the affections
of undergraduates by the glassy, modernist blandishments of Spelman
and by Scully's proximity to the Frist Campus Center. Of the gothic
dorms, only Patton and Little both recently refurbished
are in demand when it comes time for juniors and seniors to draw
for rooms.
"Room draw" is the process whereby Princeton undergraduates
choose their housing assignments. Seniors are given first priority;
they submit their names to the housing department, whose incorruptible
and merciless dean, Adam Rockman, determines the order in which
they may chose their rooms. The first rooms to go are in Little,
Pyne, and Spelman. Juniors, particularly those whose names come
up at the end of the draw, are left with small doubles and triples
in Brown and Edwards.
Students with special needs are given priority when it comes to
picking a room. I've heard the stories, the rumors about housing
assignments that have become the stuff of Princeton legend. Someone's
friend's roommate had eczema, and so her doctor wrote a letter saying
that the only place on campus she'd be able to live was in Patton
in a room on the first floor, with lots of windows and a
spacious common area. A legacy from Massachusetts "probably
the most-legacied person at Princeton," a friend told me
wrote on his housing form that he wanted the same room where his
great-granddaddy had lived during his stint at Old Nassau, and never
mind that Spelman wasn't built until the 1970s.
But the best story about housing draw concerns my friend's boyfriend
Eric, who was asked to take a year's leave from Princeton after
he took a golf cart onto Poe Field and used it to run down the Public
Safety officers who were dispatched to stop him. Upon his return
to campus, Eric requested a single room, only to be told by the
housing department that his demand would not be honored without
a physician's letter. Eric fired off a screw-you e-mail to the housing
dean, then got a psychiatric note and paid FedEx to hand-deliver
it. By his own admission, Eric should have been expelled for the
letter he sent to the housing dean; it seemed, however, that Princeton
was interested in boosting its retention rate for the U.S. News
& World Report rankings, and so the worst Dean Rockman could
do was to stick him in the crummiest single room on campus. Eric
spent his sixth and final year at Princeton in a miniscule
room on the fifth-floor of Edwards, on the side overlooking a construction
site.
During my freshman and sophomore years, I asked for a single room:
on the housing request form, I wrote that I was diabetic, had the
tendency to leave my used sharps lying around the room, and was
afraid that if I had to live with other people, they'd call the
CDC on me. Last spring, when it was time to select housing for my
junior year, I had intended to again request a single room, but
I decided to study abroad at the last minute. The options of students
returning from a semester abroad or a semester's leave are limited;
I'm hoping the housing department will do what they did with Eric
and stick me in the worst single room they have, but it's likely
I'll end up with roommates. In the event that I'm not assigned to
a single, Plan B is to track down a cheap room for rent and live
off-campus; Plan C is to buy a nylon tent and portable generator
and set up camp on the golf course.
Moving back to campus after a semester abroad is further complicated
by the housing office's policies, which mandate that room assignments
for returning students will not be available until Tuesday, January
28, and that students will not be allowed to move in until Wednesday,
January 29. Since I was away from campus fall semester, I stored
all my stuff at home 1,110 miles away in Columbia, Missouri.
My parents rented a small SUV and drove up with my belongings
a diverse assortment containing two bicycles, a poster of Egyptian
President Hosni Mubarak, and 20-odd bottles of insulin and related
medical paraphernalia. Until I'm allowed to move into my new room,
my parents and I are staying in a hotel and driving around Princeton
in the SUV, which is so full that my mother has to sit on my lap
while my father drives. My mother is understandably apprehensive
about driving around in an SUV when the U.S. is about to go to war
for oil. She comforts herself by believing that the bicycle affixed
to the back will fool people into thinking that our vehicle is filled
with climbing ropes and kayak paddles, and will convince them that
we're environmentalists at heart.
You can reach Kate at kswearen@princeton.edu
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