Blast from junior year of college past. This is my Currier dorm room (photo snapped during the fall of 2007) which was really the only good college housing I experienced during my three years of residence in Harvard buildings. It was a corner room in Bingham Tower with THREE WINDOWS and a ton of closet space.
Sadly, despite decorating it, converting my bookshelf into a shoe display, and organizing my wardrobe into a complicated drawer-system involving dividers (really, don’t ask), I didn’t actually sleep in the room very much. But at one point, when I had just met Patrick and was staying overnight at his place a lot, I got a month-long squatter (a friend’s boyfriend) who did sleep there and got a lot of mileage out of my bedazzled footwear.
Of course, the dorm kitchens (like all dorm kitchens) were gross, no guy who ever spent the night could fit lengthwise on the bed (a twin long), and the few times Hamlet visited, he trampled over three semesters worth of notes and two weeks worth of unwashed laundry.
There are probably things more worthy of nostalgia than my old dorm room.
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