My freshman year of college at Ohio University, I lived in Washington Hall. As summer begins, the hall will be closed for renovations and is set to re-open fall semester 2019. The hall was opened in the fall of 1955 and named in honor of the United States of America's first president, George Washington.
I wanted to be able to take pictures and post them to preserve the pre-renovated dorm since it will never look the same. These photos are from my corner room, 224.
These are from the building itself. Halls, lobby and bathroom. While not the best, this is where memories with new friends were made. Playing games in the lobby late at night, conversations in passing in the halls and the dreaded community showers.
Lastly, these are the writings from the inside of the closets and drawers. While these closets will be removed and thrown away, my roommate and I added our names to the growing list. I hope that future students start a list of names in their closets too.
It was important to me to post these pictures because it shows the history and changes in the building. The names in our closet show when the room was a boys vs. girls room or when it was a double vs. triple sized room. While the future students living in Washington Hall will have new things and new memories in the building, I would not change any of my memories, new friends or ghost experiences. Now if only these walls could talk.
(All photos are mine)
I lived in 305 (or 307, can't quite remember) Washington Hall when I was a freshman in 1983-4. It was a male dorm then. Looks very similar...same tile flooring, same paint scheme. It's nice that they've added partitions in the showers!
Thanks for posting the pictures!
Dunno if you’ll see this, and I know there’s astronomically near-zero chance she’ll see this but…
This was my college sweetheart’s freshman dorm room. I crashed a couple of nights here, and we slept like a compromised 1950’s show (no split twin beds, we slept feet to head). No physical intimacy, but a strong emotional intimacy. She had a rough night reflecting on living in the shadows of her older sister’s success. I stayed up all night trying to comfort her.
We were young and immature, and our relationship lasted around 5 years. I should’ve proposed in 2005, and we’d have married most likely ‘06. Instead we broke up effectively in ‘08.
My rose-tinted glasses have always been strong when thinking of the what-if with her. At this point in life I’m convinced she was the one. Life made sense.
Instead I married a monosyllabic girl with more interest in her device/scrolling facebook. Our conversations are surface deep at best, and I’m going through the motions. I fill a role for her and nothing more.
Saying goodbye to my sweetheart one last time in February 2009 will be the biggest regret of my life.
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