the uncommons

After a long hard day of classes, running here and there, being blown about by the fierce mountain wind, we all need a place to come home to and relax. A place where we can forget about the deadly lab exam coming Friday. The commons. Or as I think more appropriately, the uncommons. For nothing that takes place there is ever ordinary. The Kallah uncommons is never a place to just come and do homework in a more comfortable chair than the one in your room. Here is a list of the happenings you might witness on a visit:
1. a baby named Gracie Lou hanging in a precarious position from a ceiling tile or out the window
2. a random dance party to music of all genres
3. a gigantic tent made from everyone's extra sheets and matresses (along with a no boys allowed sign and a sisterhood of the traveling pants marathon)
4. out of place shouting, moaning, or squealing
5. a large pile of assorted food that you might miss a glimpse of if you blink
6. a tub containig hundreds of bars of deodorant
7. the acting out of old kung-fu movies, with appropriate facial gestures
8. the sudden disappearance of every single item of furniture
9. a zumba class
10. various other stuffed animals all put in near death situations

our haven :)