Cheyenne-Arapahoe Dorms

Once you get past 300 it seems as if you reached a bench-​mark, suddenly the plethora of review-​able material starts to get somewhat restricted: all the major hot-​spots and restaurants are done, and now you have to start thinking about where else you’ve been to and what else you do.
That’s why this review is so golden: perhaps it is because I blocked it out of my memory or simply because it was 4 years ago, but I realized I haven’t reviewed where I lived for a year… from 2002 – 2003.
Where is this, well Chey-​Ho of course. Dorm livin’ baby!
For all you incoming freshman here is some advice: try really hard to either A) get a single; B) be able to live off-​campus; or C) try to get into Sewall; and D) if you have to, move in with a friend who is also going to CU.
Otherwise you face the possibility of living with a complete asshole-​doucebag in a confined space (200 sq) for an entire year. I’ve never been to boot-​camp, but this is what this place felt like: constructed in 1954, Chey-​Ho is dingy, shady, and all around a shit place to be. I remember seeing Preying Mantis’ all over the bathroom a few times, as well as seeing bjs in not so incognito settings. I couldn’t tell what weed smelled like after this for a year since there was a constant haze where I lived (bad ventilation and lots of stoners).
As an aside: one perk I suppose of living here was that I was daily fed by the big black dude in the cafeteria who the character Chef was based off of in South Park. He’s cool.
Ah but I have a great story about the dorm-​life:
So I was sleeping with my girlfriend at the time on our small ass single bed with my roommate was out of town when the door opened at about 4 am and this figure came in, closed the door, and walked slowly over to the bed. I was sort of sleepy and it was dark so I thought it was probably my roommate coming back. However, the figure came up to me and just stood there, a shadow billowing behind her. It was so surreal I thought I was dreaming, so I waited it out… but the figure didn’t go away. After a bit the figure then tried to sit down on the edge of the bed but since both my ex and I were on it, there was no room: the figure sat on my knee, slumped over and fell onto the ground. I was still so sleepy at this point I thought I was dreaming still so I didn’t think much about it and started going back to sleep when the figure stood up again, tried to sit down, fell over, and then stood up again, completely silently. It finally clicked that this was NOT my roommate and that I was NOT dreaming. So I grabbed the figure and yelled whether they knew where they were. A scared and extremely alcohol heavy breath responded in a small: …no…
Oh…a drunk girl came into the wrong room thinking this was her boyfriends dorm. So I escorted her out and locked the door, all the while she was in a towel and the fan from the window was blowing it about, which was what was creating a weird shadow.
Yup, people get a little crazy when they don’t yet know their limits. A word of advice to all you incoming fresman out there: get drunk in a safe environment and away from the dorms, and especially don’t get so blackout drunk that you wonder into other people’s rooms like that at 4 am. I don’t think I need to say why that’s a bad idea.
Chey-Ho…an experience… a bad one.