I Heart DCU

I've lived on college campuses for a long time now-- let's see-- FOUR out of nearly FIVE years of marriage. After we moved back to MI from Glasgow, we moved to the Married Projects at CMU, and lived there quite happily for three years (in fact, that was Evan's first home). And, after a short summer stay with my mom and dad, we now live in the Postgrad Projects at DCU.

For the most part, living on a college campus is great fun. It has definite advantages: the #1 being, of course, that if you are a student or on campus, it is close. And you do get more room than a dorm room, and you do get to poke holes in the walls and have illegal air conditioners and have guests park without a permit and no one much cares. That being said, the #1 disadvantage is being too close to people of 18 years of age for nine months of the year.

18 year olds are very special people, in both good and bad ways. Most of them, even those who do not believe they are walking cliches, are indeed that. There really isn't much difference between an 18-year-old sorority pledge and an 18-year-old goth chick. They're both looking to pull blokes or birds, and many of them do that under the influence.

In fact, there are many 18-year-olds under the influence underneath my window at this very moment. It happens to be BEACH PARTY!! (exclamation points NOT optional), at the DCU Student Union, and there's a live band playing outside and kids walking around with plastic cups and plastic leis trying to get laid.

Thank God the Order of Malta ambulance service is also parked outside. Some poor 18-year-old is likely be rushed to the hospital after a fight over an 18-year-old goth sorostitute. I'll be awake to hear it all, even if I don't want to be.