Old Butler (Briefly) Remembered

Recognize this? Almost as shocking as the realization that underclassmen were born in the 90's is the fact that, unless you're a senior, probably not.Demolished almost immediately after move-out, this is the building I lived in freshman year (I think) - one of several essentially identical, essentially repulsive, dormitories that made up Old Butler. Back in the day,  before Butler had its own convenience store and helipad, and when it was still cool (lie) to hop the fence into the Whitman construction site on the way to the Wa, this is what down-campus looked like.Besides the frustration and resentment, I mostly remember the filth. For example, note the streaks of grime on the cement portions of the facade. The inside was no better - I remember having the sensation that, no matter how hard I showered, I could never really get clean. Also, errant pubic hairs gathered inexplicably on the upper shelves of every bathroom (maybe just mine). Also, in order to get from one half of the building to another, you had to walk through a bathroom. It was never clear why.But on the plus side, it was fun to hide things in the waffle ceilings, and the quad glowed a charming shade of orange at night. And there was also the sense that no one would really care if you, say, happened to punch through the wall with a well-placed blow from the Norton Anthology of Contemporary Poetry (sorry for partying).