Oddly enough, I had never been in an Allen Hall room until today.
They're shitholes.
I had to break into this tuba player's room to get some music that was due back at the library. While I was in there I poked around and looked in his CD player and he had the Standard of Excellence Book 1 accompaniment CD in there.
Don't tell him I looked in his CD player.
And the room was even smaller than the one I'm in now with cinder block walls and linoleum floors.
The people in Allen had better be the coolest people in the universe, or I am sure as fuck not living in a room with cinder block walls.