SLC best place to live
August 11, 2005 by Contributed By ALI SHINALL
Filed under Out & About
I heart the SLC.
I’ve been thinking about moving in. I could take over one of those study rooms.
I would drag in some green and orange chairs, put curtains over the glass doors and draw a scenic landscape on the white board so it’s like I’m looking outside.
The ridiculous construction on Lumpkin Street tries with all of its might and malice to prevent me from reaching my cherished building.
Fresh asphalt? Eighty-seven construction men directing traffic? Treacherous pot holes? I laugh in your face!
But it would be a lot easier if I just lived there. I’m sure I would eventually acquire all kinds of diseases because everyone is always coughing and then putting their hands on the keyboards, but it would be so worth it.
Being a new transfer student, I don’t know what life at the University was like before the SLC, but I imagine it was pretty grim.
Centrally located among Park Hall, the Fine Arts building and the Journalism building, this monstrously grand building is unavoidable in my daily dealings.
Where else would I hang out between classes? A beautiful grassy knoll? Bah! It’s orange and green chairs for me.
Of course, you’re breaking the cardinal rule of the SLC if you only take up one comfy chair. Everyone unanimously decided the comfy chairs should come in twos (one for you, one for your feet), and this makes for a very relaxing and restful environment.
But let’s face it: everyone would be a lot happier if the SLC was just outfitted with a bunch of beds.
The SLC also facilitates my serious latté problem.
Slave to espresso, I line up and get my little card stamped every day. The sub-zero temperatures of the building only validate my addiction, cruelly spurring on my consumption of the pricey, hot beverages.
But as a faithful and nerdy frequenter, I was dismayed when all of these RANDOM people arrived at the SLC to “study” for finals.
All of a sudden there were no computers, no tables, no comfy chairs!
The SLC became the new downtown! The coffee flowed like beer! I had been sitting there making little note cards all semester — where did these people come from?
To my chagrin, I was forced to share my beloved nerd-dom with a bunch of college kids talking on their cell phones. So I crawled back to my apartment with a sigh.
So, if you’re ever looking for me, look no further than the SLC.
Don’t be startled if you approach me and I lash out in jealous rage at your trespassing in the huge four-floor building that should be all mine.
After all, until I officially move in, I have no right to make that claim.
— Ali Shinall is a senior majoring in English
