Grant and I both attended Dallas Baptist University. At the beginning of Grant's junior year of school, he was offered a full time position as the Resident Director of the men's residence halls on campus. With this amazing offer came free room and board, free cafeteria food (yum), free school (oh yeah), and free school for his spouse…so we got married. That wasn't the ONLY reason though…haha…just a really really big perk. ;)
Grant started this AMAZING job in December 2006 and we were married June 2007. After our honeymoon, we came back to home sweet home…our dorm room/apartment. Our humble abode was a grand 700 square feet. Two bedrooms, one bathroom, living and kitchen. It was cozy for sure.
SO many of my girlfriends would shriek at the thought of living in the men's dorms. I was literally the only girl who had a "dot" on the back of my ID that allowed me to cross beyond the forbidden double doors that said, "NO WOMEN BEYOND THIS POINT". I loved freaking the new kids out. It was awesome. I felt like such a rebel.
Grant and I served in the dorms for three glorious years and I can honestly say they were my favorite years of our marriage so far. I love having all the boys over. Seriously. We would watch our latest shows with them, eat with them, play board games with them, movies, they would help me choreograph routines for my cheer team I was coaching at the time, I'd cut their hair for free (well actually they had to do my dishes…and you can bet I purposefully piled those dirties sky high…life without a dishwasher is the pits)…it was the life.
I will never forget the countless times I would have regular conversation through the walls with our neighbors. They were that thin. Scary.
I will also never forget the time I had to facilitate "White Glove Check" in Grant's stead because he was sick with the flu. You have never seen 175 college boys clean so well and so fast. It was like watching a school of roaches scatter. I was pretty harsh, but they loved me for it.
First memory…coming home from our honeymoon, dropping Grant off at the doorstep of his office (terrible layovers getting back to Dallas) and getting help from three sweet non-English speaking Asian students to move all of our wedding gifts and luggage into our apartment. I will never forget their sweet hearts.
Funny memory…I burnt a pot of rice over the stove and set the fire alarm off in the entire building. All 175 boys had to evacuate the building and stand in the freezing cold. I acted as though it was just a drill…even though the evidence was in the trash can on the porch…oops.
Worst memory…one of the boys walked into our apartment and the door leading to the back half of the apartment was left OPEN by my awesome husband and this poor friend of ours saw me in my underwear. I cried. And I don't think I ever talked to that boy again.
I don't have many pictures of this sweet place, but here are a few shots from Christmas time.
And here is the gang. This was one of the groups of guys…can't find the pictures of the others…will keep searching. It was a tacky Christmas sweater party, I promise.
It was so sad to say goodbye to our life in Dallas, but the Lord had other plans for this tribe. :)
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