Nobody likes it when you gloat, but when fate gives you a long-awaited win, I think it’s acceptable.

Several years ago, a college friend swore to me that during my senior year her dorm room was bigger than mine.  I thought this was a crazy assertion.  We joked about getting a current student to walk over with a tape measure to settle the bet, but never resolved the issue.

Today I visited campus for a yearly reunion with a few of my closest college friends.  After lunch at our favorite spot, we did our usual routine of wandering around campus, reminiscing and trying our luck at getting into various buildings.

During this tour, there were just two buildings that were unlocked — the one I lived in, and one that once housed a girl with a faulty square footage memory.  Not only were these buildings open, but the doors to the suites and individual rooms in question were as well.  Quite a fortuitous coincidence if you ask me.

I had two witnesses who vouched for my assessment of the situation, but judge for yourself:

That’s her room (in Seibert Hall) on top, and mine (in Sassafras B) below.  Which looks bigger to you?

Now, I know what you’re thinking: “Where else did you live?”  Glad you asked.  Junior year I lived just down the hall from this room in a spot that overlooked the train tracks (first pic below, with roommate Shawn L.).  That was a nice feature to return to considering my first dorm room had that view as well (second pic, my top corner spot in Smith Hall):

Sophomore year was by far the most convenient.  Shawn and I lived on the first floor in Aikens Hall, which not only meant no stairs, but also receiving pizza deliveries through the window:

I’d like to thank the fine people at Domino’s for making this dream a reality.