2008 Woodie Awards
Moving to Kurtz singles a bummer
Sardines have more room
Jodie Liedke
Issue date: 9/23/04 Section: Opinions
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Like most girls, I plan ahead. Before I get to the restaurant, I make my order in the car. Before bed, I decide if I am going to shower in the morning or wear sweat pants, and we all know that sweat pants and clean don't go together. It's in the name.
Well, it was one o'clock in the morning in Ontonagon, Michigan, and there I was once again planning after a long day of hiking in the Porkies. You ask, what was she planning at that hour? Well, I was planning how I was going to set up my room once I moved back to campus the following day.
I couldn't sleep on the fold-out bed, in the pop-up trailer, so I decided to make a list and a precise layout of my room, using only my surrounding resources: a green sharpie and white napkins with blue prints of bears cooking on them.
When I left my design center the next morning, a.k.a. the trailer, I was feeling very confident that my layout was ready to go to press; I was ready to begin the building process when I got back to Wisconsin.
With my assistant designer, Mit, we arrived at Kurtz 2 for the unveiling of the canvas that we would be working with. It was at this date, August 26, 2004, that I experienced for the first time the cultural shock of moving from a double room in Krueger Hall into a single room in Kurtz.
Where has all the space gone? My planned design pissed away in my pocket. Where was I gonna put all my stuff? Because, I had a lot of it! I felt as though I was moving from Aladdin's castle into Lego Land! The plastic flowers and all. You better believe it was a whole new world!
As I explored the "closet", I found myself dancing cheek to cheek with my walls, and then-the music began to play:
To the left WALL . . . Take it back now y'all WALL
One hop CEILING . . . Right foot let's WALL
Left foot HALLWAY
Move Move real slow
Can't turn around . . .
The max capacity of my single room in Kurtz is, ya, three people! There will be no square dancing in my room this year! No couples dancing allowed!
Once Mit and I had all my stuff moved in, I tried to clear my mind of the shock by doing some yogalates. Let's just say my futon pinned me to the floor, right after my chair took me out. I won't be exercising in my room anymore.
Well, it was one o'clock in the morning in Ontonagon, Michigan, and there I was once again planning after a long day of hiking in the Porkies. You ask, what was she planning at that hour? Well, I was planning how I was going to set up my room once I moved back to campus the following day.
I couldn't sleep on the fold-out bed, in the pop-up trailer, so I decided to make a list and a precise layout of my room, using only my surrounding resources: a green sharpie and white napkins with blue prints of bears cooking on them.
When I left my design center the next morning, a.k.a. the trailer, I was feeling very confident that my layout was ready to go to press; I was ready to begin the building process when I got back to Wisconsin.
With my assistant designer, Mit, we arrived at Kurtz 2 for the unveiling of the canvas that we would be working with. It was at this date, August 26, 2004, that I experienced for the first time the cultural shock of moving from a double room in Krueger Hall into a single room in Kurtz.
Where has all the space gone? My planned design pissed away in my pocket. Where was I gonna put all my stuff? Because, I had a lot of it! I felt as though I was moving from Aladdin's castle into Lego Land! The plastic flowers and all. You better believe it was a whole new world!
As I explored the "closet", I found myself dancing cheek to cheek with my walls, and then-the music began to play:
To the left WALL . . . Take it back now y'all WALL
One hop CEILING . . . Right foot let's WALL
Left foot HALLWAY
Move Move real slow
Can't turn around . . .
The max capacity of my single room in Kurtz is, ya, three people! There will be no square dancing in my room this year! No couples dancing allowed!
Once Mit and I had all my stuff moved in, I tried to clear my mind of the shock by doing some yogalates. Let's just say my futon pinned me to the floor, right after my chair took me out. I won't be exercising in my room anymore.