Three years ago I was dancing to Ukrainian folk songs and checking out my Young Pioneer school dress costume (complete with the fluffy white bows in my hair) in the mirror. I was in my beloved dorm room, Sullivan Honors Dorm 222. Situated pleasantly between a small computer lab and the girls showers in a nearly 100 year old building, 222 was my haven of freedom, creativity, and privacy (which I had never yet experienced.) It was the smallest room in the building and it had carpet. In short, it was perfect.
