What a life one has when one goes off to the big world of college dorm life. No more parents setting curfews, no more sharing stuff with siblings, no more having to clean up ones’ room every Saturday (Who did that anyhow?).
Oh, that life is the best part if you are so fortunate to get to live on campus. I worked in the basement of a dorm, and did I ever get an education. Not from just the students who lived in the dorm, but from my son, Mike Morris, and all his fraternity and band-member friends.
I would wonder why my electric iron was always so sticky when he came home on break. Well, I now know all the secrets to cooking in a dorm without an oven or a microwave. Back in the 1980s and ’90s, electric cooking utensils were not allowed, but the electric iron was.
Here is some of the “grommet” cooking the students did in the room.
Two slices of bread.
Two slices of
One hot iron.
Place the two slices of bread together with the cheese inside and iron with a warm iron over the waxed papper till the cheese is melted.
Clever way to get a grill cheese!
I decided one day that I needed to find out just what dorm life was really like. So I arranged with the dorm director to stay overnight one Friday to get this experience. I got one alright.
I went to take a shower and left my clothes on the shower bench. To my surprise when I got out of the shower-no clothes.
I yelled and yelled for someone to come and help me and of course my voice fell on deaf ears.
All I had on hand was my wash cloth so I decided the only thing to do was to place the wash cloth over my face and run down the hall to my room where guess what…my clean clothes were neatly stacked on my bed. So much for my experience living one night in the dorm.