Sunday school nonchalantly arrived, and I sauntered toward my first class in the music building. Upon arriving, I read a note that stated that the morning classes were canceled. Surprised, I glanced down at my watch, and decided that the dean’s office would by my destination. Slumping comfortably into the cozy couch, the dean and I chatted. Girls entered in tears, laughing, worried, stressed, and casual as we carried on conversations. Discussions moseyed from past memories, to random topics, to girls in the dorm and on my hall. We discussed a few issues that needed to be addressed, then we talked about how incredible my girls are. Uplifting comments fill my hall as girls socialize with each other. Rarely are negative comments tossed my direction. Respect centers the actions of girls as they interact with each other and me. Each and every one of them contain individual personalities that fill our hall with joy. I powerfully hold the opinion that my hall is the best hall in the dorm. Thank you God and Senior Hall!
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