A College House By Any Other Name: Stevens Point, Circa 2001: Part One
I moved in that
summer, not prepared for a hot, festering several months in a strange, small
house that had seen its share of drunken, college parties. I moved in with
three other guys who I had known awhile: Dave, Joe, and Jeremiah. We were a
motley crew: a punk rock English major, a brusque music major, a science major,
and an opinionated psychology major. I was the progressive English
major that flirted with anarchism, like a less obnoxious version of Rik from The Young Ones. In some ways, we resembled that troupe, except with far less humor. Joe was a
more conservative psychology major who liked to argue. We were both from the same hometown and had
honed our friendship as outsiders. Dave majored in teaching music; he was the authoritarian taskmaster that wanted to keep us in line.
Jeremiah, the science major, added a new flavor to our little group of
outsiders. We met Jeremiah when he took a room in the house the previous
January. He and I would move into another house, The Lost House, the next
fall.
There was a beer bong in the crawl
space and little else. There were two refrigerators to share, stocked with
different food items. I was glad I shared mine with Dave because he never stole
my food. The house was built on a concrete slab that had seen better days, and
it was so warm that the box fans could not keep out the July heat. I took a
smallish room that was somehow the largest in that contemptibly small house,
that included a box spring and mattress that I moved to the next house where I
lived. My previous bed was a high-end inflatable mattress that leaked and gave me
a sore back. I resorted to sleeping on the floor at my previous apartment to
the shock and chagrin of female visitors.
That summer was hot, sticky, and
mostly believable as far as undergraduate experiences go. We drank a lot. We
walked a lot. We listened to a lot of music. We were loud and obnoxious. I soon
discovered that I had friends from high school, who lived in a house that
bordered on our backyard. They were typical college stoners with a penchant for
Led Zeppelin, marijuana, and video games. We were similar, yet different, as we
had a penchant for beer and a more musical eclecticism/romanticism. Jeremiah
would play Main or Einsturzende Neubauten. I would play Rocket From The Crypt
or Black Flag. Joe would play Metallica. Dave would probably play some jazz or
classical music, but he usually kept to his room, unless he wanted to yell at
us to keep it down.
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