davis 6
benjamin willen Decades night in Davis 6. Naturally, it was the ‘60s. All the kids danced with flowers in their hair, bathed in the tie-dye light as the band played on. Well, almost all of them. This girl from 2, in a flapper dress, was flat on her back in the corner. This boy from 9, in a flannel and chucks, was waving his arms and tripping hard. Joel and I laughed. We jumped up and down, cracked our cups, and sang along. Davis 6 looks no different from Davis 1 to 5, and 7 to 11. Two stories tall, weird marks on the windows, weathered brick walls. But it’s the real party dorm on a block full of them. Joel helped me move in at the end of paper week, before he went off to Amsterdam. AJ and Rob gave me a tour after break, so the whole block would know his room was my room now. That night, over tacos and bong hits, they showed me pictures of parties 28
