September 26, 2015. The day I first met you. We were introduced on a brisk fall afternoon. I was just a senior in high school. The uncertainty of the future made it difficult to connect right away, but I always knew you were the one for me. Had I known then all your quirks and flaws would I have run in the opposite direction? Possibly. Would I have missed out on an incredibly influential experience? Most certainly. McVinney Hall, you’ve stolen my heart.
Through the ups and the downs of adjusting to life away from home, McVinney, you have always been there for us. When we are running particularly late one day we can count on you that the elevator will NEVER be on time. The consistency of the inconsistency is almost comforting. I know that, if I ever need to be somewhere important, nine times out of 10 the elevator will stop at every single floor on the way down, and the trip will take twice as long as it should.
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There is something so…special about living in such tight quarters with 32 other girls. For example, quiet hours in “The Vault” may as well be nonexistent. It is unrealistic to expect that we keep the volume under a loud roar at all times of the day and night so McVinney, I thank you for your understanding. Additionally, the festivities that ensue the second a male voice is heard on the floor is something incredibly unique to you. When just one small word is uttered in a voice an octave lower you can bet that every girl on the floor will come running to investigate, regardless of their current physical appearance (bathrobes, frumpy sweats, and messy top buns appear to be the dress code for these uncomfortable encounters). That being said, I can not thank you enough for the complete lack of judgment, McVin. Even though our male visitors may be taken back by our “casual” look, we know you always love us.
Although you are full of oddities (a bathtub on the first floor etc.), we met some of the best friends we will ever make because of you. Even after just seven months, we have become sisters. The sentiments of comfort and homeyness we receive from you is the closest thing to the feelings we get at the houses we came from. And I have to say, driving up to campus being able to spot your tall mysterious wires and towers from the highway elicits the most bizarre combination of excitement and familiarity.
So here’s to you, and here’s to me. The best of friends we’ll always be. With your red brick exterior, it is clear that of the PC dorms you are superior. The memories we’ve made here will last a lifetime, standing ten stories tall you prove you’re a dime. Thanks for the good times McVin, couldn’t have asked for a better place for my Providence College journey to begin.
