You would have been maybe 8-10 rooms down around the corner from me. And yes that year was like Animal House. We made our RA's life a living hell, probably drove the custodian into retirement.
Was that the year the N-300's had the firefighters shirts (If they're hot we'll hose em) you would have been the garbage men (If they're trashed, we'll pick em up)
We had two ideas for shirts that were voted down because we were a co-hab floor (imagine that today) and too many women nixed them. One was the slam and stagger tour shirt where our tour dates on the back were downtown bars with "Sold Out" emblazoned across the list. The other was "Currier House" on the front in the font of Animal House on the front and "Blutarsky: zero point zero" on the back. We settled for a bland shirt that had a "state seal" on the front with a Hawkeye and assorted college icons.
Ground floor Hillcrest, the G-Men, had an awesome one. The front said "When you're looking to party down, we're the G-Men, best around". The back had a typed letter from the hall coordinator depicting a long laundry list of lewd and obnoxious behavior and general debauchery.
Remember the N-300's annual clam bake parties? How about golf putting contests in the hallways? And yes I got my share of literature from the hall coordinator. My transgression was getting caught messing with the fire extinguisher just as an RA was walking around the corner.
One night after dinner we went onto the balcony off our study lounge and loaded our water balloon slingshot with apples. Fourth or fifth try we shattered a window in adjacent Stanley Hall across the courtyard. 100% true story. When we did use water balloons we wou,would, get up on the roof and shoot them down Clinton Street, or take it out to the Coralville Reservoir in warm weather.
