Mack Hall 4th Floor Corridor

Why yes, it is where I live. I spend most of my time in Mack hall in the hallways. I've even occasionally slept here. And though the hallways hold some secrets, it has become "home," if you will. I sat in the old, slightly tacky, multicolored armchairs in the far end of the hall, in what we call the "Reading Corner." Old issues of magazines litter the windowsill, surrounding the dim lamp that barely sheds light onto the windowsill that it's perched upon. Newsweek, National Geographic, The Economist among others from June 2008. A table that was lifted from the first floor for midnight root beer floats and pancake making sits out of place in the reading corner. Posters that were lovingly placed on the walls on the first week seem to feel out of place amidst the others that are strewn carelessly around them, occasionally the tape sticking out from behind the edges. the striped and diamond-ed carpet extends to the end of the hallway in different shades of dark green and dark amber that has faded from wear and age. The walls are cream colored and could be thought to suck the inspiration right from the students who walk the hallway. But the noise and cheery nature of everyone on the floor show that it leaves inspiration in the students. There's always at least one person in the hall... and they're always loud. When light stops coming through the lone window near the reading corner, the horde comes out to play, raid, loot, and/or pillage the rooms whose maroon doors are open. Our names are plastered on the doors. They were used to help us to get to know each other, but now serve as trophies the more we have. As I sat there in the middle of the hallway as a few people pass me by, they've come to know some of my antics, and I've come to know them all. All while I was in this hall.