A native of New York City, student Leo Batali found the quieter pace of life on Eleuthera an adjustment at first. A little over a month in to the semester, however, here’s what he has to see about his new home: the boy’s dorm.
I have never lived with a group of kids in all my life, I have never gone away to sleep away camp, or gone to boarding school, every night I would come back to my house and sleep in my room in my bed with no one else in the house but my brother, my parents, my dog and I. But coming from New York City I am constantly surrounded by millions of people: their yelling, their screaming, and their trash; but when I’m in my apartment I am secluded. It is quiet, clean and organized and sorted the way the I like it, but even if I were to live on the hectic streets of the City it still would not compare to living in boys dorm. It is by far one of the most fun experiences of my life. You might think that living with the same twenty-seven boys for one-hundred days might get tiring and boring, but I can assure you it does not, at least up to the thirty-ninth day. From the moments where everyone is freaking out about homework deadlines to singing and dancing to weird alternative music to rushing your personal space to get in the first shower of the day I am not able to get enough of boys dorm.
Enjoy these two speeches written and performed (quite powerfully) by Boy’s Dorm Head Aldis Gamble. Thanks to his powerful evocations, boys dorm has achieved unparalleled levels of cleanliness and order. Only a true leader could call to action the fight against the tyranny of dorm funk, with the force and magnitude of Aldis.
Written April 10th delivered April 11th at morning circle:
“Friends, students, dorm men, lend me your ears. I speak to you now at a defining and momentous time in our semester, a moment of great peril, but also a moment of great opportunity. We stand now on the brink of a war. The first skirmishes have already been fought, and it brings me great sorrow to tell you that we have lost these skirmishes. But, I tell you now, even as we have suffered casualties, we have not lost this war. There is still a chance to win. A challenge has been issued by our adversaries. They have called on us to do battle tomorrow, on Tuesday, April 12th in the Year of Our Lord 2011 in the Boy’s Dorm. So let this now be a call to arms, or rather to brooms, to mops, and to all cleaning weapons. Come, join me in defending our home against the terrible invaders that threaten to invade: the dirt, the grime, the stank. Continue reading →