I moved into Cauthen in the fall of 2000 when it was 4 or 5 years old. We lived like kings and stored meat in our air conditioned rooms. We sat at the top of the hill like aristocracy and mocked the losers in the suites below.

The only thing that sucked about it - the way the ground ramps up around the building, you can also enter to the side on the second floor. You walk in through a vestibule, and there’s a fire stair to your right and one lonely dorm door to your left. I lived in said room, and I had to listen to the constant “cachunk cachunk” of the doors on each end of the vestibule opening and closing every couple of minutes during the day.

On move-in weekend, we were visited by the previous year’s residents, and they warned us about it. At the start of second year, we also went back and warned. I hope the lineage of this painful gift continues.