First Dormitory Living
On a high school field trip to the Eastern Michigan
University campus, I knew right away that this was where I wanted to go to
school. Known as the “first teachers’ college west of the Alleghenies,”
Eastern’s programs attracted students from all over the United States.
I filled out the application with the help of my teacher and
mentor, Sophia Holley. She also proofread my application essay and pointed out
my over-zealous use of Roget’s Thesaurus. I toned down that essay, making it
sound like the real me, and submitted everything to the Admissions Office. It
was the only college application I sent.
EMU was a mere 35 miles west of Detroit in Ypsilanti,
Michigan, but it seemed like a long journey when I left home for my freshman
year in January of 1961. I looked forward to experiencing the freedom and
independence that living away from home would offer.
By today’s standards, there was little freedom or
independence. The university rules required women’s dormitory entrance doors be
locked at 10:30 pm. Each student resident had to be inside and available for
nightly room check by the Resident Assistants. Men were allowed only in public
areas, and if you sat on a sofa with a male friend, an RA might remind you,
“Both feet on the floor.”
Our parents had to sign a “permission” card that instructed
the dorm office staff on our freedoms and limitations. The form requested names
of whom we could visit off-campus and asked whether we could have later hours
on the weekends. Near the bottom of the card, there was a statement that read
“up to the student’s judgment,” which my mother designated. Her faith in my
ability to make those choices for myself filled me with pride and ensured I
would be worthy of her trust.
Though Buell Hall and all the rest of the dorms were
integrated, actual living arrangements were still segregated. We submitted our
photos with our dorm applications and were matched with roommates on the basis
of race. There were more than 400 women assigned to Buell, a dozen of us black.
Ours was an all-freshman, ground-floor suite that housed me
and three other students. Barbara and I shared one narrow bedroom that
contained foot-to-foot twin beds and two closets. Shirley and Alberta
co-existed in the other. A larger common study room with four built-in desks
separated the two bedroom areas, and we had our own bathroom with shower.
Aside from a few petty squabbles, the four of us got along
with each other. If one had to label us, we’d probably have been known as the
nerd, the straight arrow, the baby, and the party girl.
There was one incident that brought us up to be made an
example before the entire residence hall. I’d brought a hot plate from home so
we all could heat water for instant coffee, tea, and soups. We kept it on the
bathroom counter. One evening, Alberta left it on, one or both of the other
girls had noticed it, but said nothing. The hot plate remained on for several
hours into the night, and by the time anyone realized it, the Formica counter
top had melted. We were scared, embarrassed, and darn lucky that it wasn’t
worse. So, of course, our mess-up was the subject of an unscheduled
all-residents meeting, and we bore the expense of replacement counter top.
My sister ReeniƩ came for Little Sisters Weekend in the
dorm. Eleven years old, she thought that dorm life was wonderful. The
organizers had set up fun activities for the sisters to do together, and we had
a terrific time.
Living in Buell Hall that first semester of college taught
me about sharing and getting along with people who were not family. Maybe we
didn’t share the same interests or values, but we could compromise or figure
out some way that each could fulfill her needs. Dorm life was a valuable part
of my growing up, and I am grateful to my parents for those lessons.
Remember the first time you were on your own?
~ xoA ~
Hmm, I didn't actually get to be on my own until I moved out of my parents' house and into an apartment with one of my high school girlfriends at the age of 19. My parents, through my freshman year of college (I commuted, lived at home), refused to leave me home alone overnight. Ever. By the time I left, I was bursting at the seams. And I got into trouble - my girl friend turned out to be quite challenged as far as housekeeping, drinking, and men. I was naive and just let everybody in, figuring I could trust people my own age. We were lucky nothing truly terrible happened, but we only lasted about six months as roommates. I then got a place of my own (very tiny efficiency apartment), a full-time job with the State of Minnesota, and embarked on a bumpy ride towards finishing college.
ReplyDeleteI am so glad my daughter is headed to the dorms at the U of MN this fall!
What a great story, Kathleen. Thanks for sharing it. We sure do learn when we get out into the world, don't we. Best wishes to you and your daughter. xoA
DeleteWhen I graduated high school my dad's job required that my family move away, so I ended up staying behind and going to college. Dorm life was an adventure. And in all likelihood a major factor in who I am today.
ReplyDeleteMark, I'm sure you're right about dorm life having such an influence on you. We learn so much about others, as well ourselves and our place in the world. Thanks for writing. xoA
DeleteI moved out of my parent's house and got married. I really wasn't on my own until after my divorce. It was the first time I'd been alone, and as much as I loved it, I also hated it.
ReplyDeleteI do have to ask, which one were you..."nerd, the straight arrow, the baby, or the party girl"?
Great post Annis. Thanks for sharing these 'firsts' with us.
My pleasure, Joan. I didn't live alone until I was in my 50s. All the other women in my family had, so I was a late loner. My younger daughter said, "When you leave ice cream in the freezer, it will still be there when you come back." She was right.
DeleteWhich one do you think I was? xoA
First time on my own? As in away from the parents? Dorm living at Fresno State. My roommate had the mouth of a sailor and "rules" for when I was allowed to make noise (i.e. by typing). Not a happy time for me. Changed roommates the next year and had a room to myself! Hallelujah! All I had to do was keep my mouth shut when the roomie's mother called to talk to her...boyfriend? What boyfriend? Oh your daughter's just...out...somewhere...
ReplyDeleteWhat an experience, Anna! I can imagine the relief at moving to a different living situation. Thanks for commenting. xoA
DeleteSuch a great post. I went to Butler University in Indianapolis. It was the first time I was alone away from my family. I had a Triple so I had 2 roommates. They were both white and one was so excited she had a black roommate. The other played soccer and had smelly feet. Yet it was the best year. I remember my Dad was worried because we had no curfews. I eventually found my lifelong best friend living 3 rooms down. One of my roommates ending up leaving due to health reason so my other roommate and I had a Triple with only 2 people. Good times!
ReplyDeleteGood times, indeed, Donnee. Thanks for sharing your story. xoA
ReplyDeleteThe first time I lived on my own away from home? I was left alone at home quite often, you see.
ReplyDeleteWhen I went to college, I remember filling out the roommate profile sheet. I am not, nor was I ever, a smoker. I remember contemplating that box and decided not to check either "yes" or "no." I feared getting someone too "straitlaced" but hoped he wouldn't be an actual smoker. He was definitely not straitlaced, and he loved to smoke. Though a freshman, Wil was a year older than I because he had attended a dozen or schools throughout New England in pursuit of a prep school that would be, shall we say, tolerant of his smoking habits? (This was 1973). He was a Connecticut kid who thought he'd hit the jackpot with a San Francisco native. Oops. Not the fellow Dead Head he'd imagined I'd be.
Nonetheless, the cross-pollination theory worked marvelously. We had tons of acquaintances and dorm mates in common, but settled on different sets of true friends. All of which made for long, excited discussions way into the night that began with: "What'd you do today?" It was a blast.
Sounds like a terrific experience for you. I think "cross-pollination" works to everyone's advantage. Thanks so much for sharing your story. xoA
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