Thursday, June 13, 2002

I've been listening to whales. They're fun.

I'm procrastinating on a scholarship essay. So, I decided to display some photos of good old Marks Hall for everyone. They were taken at the beginning of last year, back when my roommate talked to me (in fact, she's in the second photo) and the room was without many of its later charms. (IE, lots of posters, a postcard collage, and a bit of clutter... also, Genevieve, the ghost, was still unnamed.)

Here's Marks Hall from the Radisson:



This is Marks Hall's front entrance:



A lovely shot of the desks. Mine was the one with the silver monitor.



And now, for the bunkbeds. I was on bottom for the first semester, then I was stuck on the top for the second.



Finally, our cupboard and Lea's trunk and bureau. Notice Josh, the beautiful African mask.



That's it!

Umm... I should work on this scholarship essay some more. But as I was going through my pictures, I realized that some people might want to see where I lived for a year.