So, Hahne Hall, we had our ups and downs—and by "downs," you know I mean the forty plus times the fire alarm went off when someone forgot to put water in their easy mac and I had to get out of bed at 2 a.m. to wait for the fire department to come. Of course, there are plenty more "downs" where that came from—the time someone peed in the elevator, the time someone dropped expired milk down the stairwell, the time someone put a peanut butter and jelly in the toaster and broke it, the multiple times RAs came after us with noise complaints, the time someone broke plates all over the kitchen floor and the many times my peephole or dry erase marker was stolen with no explanation. For each of these bad times, however, we had our share of good ones.

There's the time everyone took turns rollerblading around my room in the middle of the night the first weekend of school when my roommate was already asleep, the time we searched every floor of the building at 4 a.m. for some mint chocolate chip ice cream from Graeter's or the time we made a pasta dinner from Wal-Mart at 2 a.m. even though we all had 8:30s in the morning. There are the countless Bachelor Mondays with all the boys on our floor who claimed to "only be watching because it's so stupid," the many Cubs games watched with a chorus of "Go Cubs Go" after every run, chapter meetings held in the study rooms for our fake sorority every week, the constant wrestling matches in the lobby, "Doses and Mimosas" and "Dan Bilzerian" on repeat on Shane's speaker at all hours, and the endless Spongebob quotes in response to absolutely anything. Even when we got our common room privileges revoked for a week, we still managed to make the third floor of Hahne a more fun place to be than any other dorm.

There are many things I won't miss about Hahne Hall—the fire alarm going off almost daily, being ding dong ditched at every hour of the day, arguing over the use of the TV for The Bachelor instead of The Walking Dead, other people napping in my bed whether I gave them my permission to or not, and someone's speaker blaring from the bathroom no matter what time of day it was. However, I am going to miss a room with two windows perfect for spying, RAs on our floor who made the dorm tolerable, and living only ten feet from the people I've come to call my best friends this year, as well as all the other people I came to at least tolerate after spending the past nine months together. From waking up at 1 a.m. for the day to going to bed at 7:30 a.m. for the night, living in Hahne Hall for my freshman year gave me quite the experience. I hope whoever lives in room 369 next year has at least half the experience I did and annoys the RA next door only half as much as I did (sorry Monica). Thanks for a great year, Home Sweet Hahne—but please, we're begging you, do something about those fire alarms.