1971 Junior Transfer Student.
- One semester in Rogers B in the Northwest Frats.
- Willington Oaks (second semester).
- Lived out of a Dodge Tradesman van I tricked-out for my senior year '72-73.
I often commuted back & forth to Brookline, MA to hang with my new wife, who was then finishing up at BU. "Wherever I laid my hat was my home" in those days. I was comfortable with that. I'd been living on my on since I was 16.
AT ROGERS B - Northwest was an all freshman zoo full of drunks back then & a lot of fun. It was "weird scenes inside the goldmine" all the time. By the end of the semester, all the lounge furniture in every dorm had been burned in the quad - with no repercussions. There was nowhere left for guests to crash. Thankfully, Rogers B was the mellow, zoner house. We didn't drink much. We just levitated.
I had a single because my roommate never showed up. I put in a waterbed, black lights, a large refrigerator & a great sound system (I worked for that stuff & my entire education through an Ivy Masters - got no money at all ever again from my estranged parents). I left the room open, free for all to use whenever. The kids were in there all day long til I'd kick them out.
As a junior transfer, I was the big brother. I'd talk the freshmen down from bad trips, share my stash when they ran out, talked them into going to class after three weeks straight of playing cards, paddleball or Risk, get them down to the field house for some exercise now & then, & wrote papers occasionally so the low lottery number guys wouldn't flunk out & go to 'Nam straight away. And more importantly, I'd get them laid (we'd go on raids to the old South Campus, where the girls were back then). Rarely, I'd help them confidentially take care of "lady issues" at NYC clinics. As I often hitched to Boston, NYC or other schools on weekends, I'd rent (in trade) out my room on weekends when the kids had their girls up from their towns. The sheets were always stiff as boards when I'd return, Ha!
Our housemother was the legendary Arline Czepiel who loved us all unconditionally & who'd hung out with Greta Garbo in the 30's up at Rockport, MA. Mrs. Czepiel never came upstairs once - ever. She was often in trouble with the younger, straight RA's of the other NW houses. She'd get on the PA and say, "Hey, I'm getting heat from that balloon knot RA in Rogers A. Could you please take the wine & beer bottles off the window ledges, or at least cover them up with snow?"
REGARDING THE CRACK DOWN & TAMING OF THE JUNGLE.
I had a cute lady friend in the Jungle's Windham Hall close to Rogers B. We couldn't keep away from each other, but also needed our freedom. It was pretty open. Windham was just up the hill from Rogers. Very convenient when we'd feel the itch.
I returned from NYC in a very heavy snow storm w/ 3-4' high drifts. Took forever to hitch back to UConn & got in around 1:00A, . The Spring semester of '72 was starting up hours later the same morning. I threw snowballs at my girl's Windham Hall window to get her to come down & open the door. I was freezing.
M' lady came down & let me in, her head full of wet curls. Eyes wide open, she was obviously on something very nice. She said, "I have the perfect surprise for you." We went to her room, took our clothes off, took something she gave me, & then she took me down the hall to the large girls bathroom on Windham's 4th floor. I would soon see why her hair was wet.
We strolled in & I couldn't believe what I was seeing - Heaven in the Hot, Wet Tropical Rainforests of UConn's Juicy Jungle - Say Hallelujah!
The kids had turned all the showers & faucets on hot, stopped up the drains making it into a steam bath, put blue lights in the fixtures, & a full-blown orgy was happening for about 20 kids, boys & girls, mostly couples but who was counting? It was the perfect place for a hypothermic hitchhiker to have a warm, happy ending to his cold journey. We were "in there" for hours. My friend & I skipped our first day of classes holed up in her room. That was the UConn Jungle back in '71-72.
After the thawing, it took me a couple days to figure out where I'd be staying for the Spring semester as I'd withdrawn from Rogers B to book just a tad more. I ended up out at Willington Oaks (which was new in those days with few other off-campus options) sharing with a couple & another lady - friends.
I aced that semester & experienced lotsa ancient stories while living out there. Maybe later.
UConn was a great party school in the 60's & 70's. I suspect it still is. 25,000 kids stuck out in the Eastern Connecticut woods with nothing to do, but each other? It's still the Jungle everyday for some Huskies at UConn.
A Hui Hou!
alohachris