Dorm Room Diaries: Babe Howard & Sam Dewees

Words and Pictures : Jordan White (19') & Alice Goldberg (19')

For the prefrosh obsessively searching Google Earth to see what a Wesleyan dorm room looks like: here's an honest, last minute, uncensored look at some freshman rooms before moving out for the summer.

Babe Howard & Sam Dewees

New York, New York

Type of Room: Double

Dorm: Clark

What did your room mean to you this year? How important (or not) was it for you to have this space:

Babe: This room was pretty versatile. It was a place to hole up in when I didn’t know what else to do during the first months of school, and a place to pop back to just to grab things when I became an actual autonomous human being with some degree of motivation during second semester. It also held all of our (Sam’s) music stuff, and made a nice fauxcording studio, although in hindsight that might not have been incredibly fair to our neighbors.

Favorite/weirdest/most prized item(s) in your room:

Babe: Not sure about Most Prized, but my favorite item is the lamp that melted from being covered with a blanket during the first month of school. I refuse to divulge the circumstances of its demise, but I honestly kind of liked the way it looked post-melt. Don’t tell Sam, because he bought us a new one.

Sam: Our synth/drum machine setup meant a lot to both Babe and me. The drum machine was on my side and the synth was on his, so we could roll out of bed every morning and jammy, jam, jam. It was very fun. I have never had a musical partner like Babe, who hears the same little things in music that I do, and has an equal appreciation for quality production and all-around songwriting, nor have I ever worked with someone with the actual voice of an angel-boy. Babe told me over the summer before freshman year that he could sing, but i thought he was full of shit Turns out he wasn’t though, and I thank god everyday for that. Not many dudes have the opportunity to produce for both the best singer and the best rapper (JETPACK) on campus. I am #blessed in that regard.

Favorite memory in your room:

Babe: I was kind of down and anxious coming back after winter break and got to school super late the Sunday before classes. A friend came over and we did a bunch of homework and unpacked and I felt kind of better. I have some crazier memories in that room, but that night was real nice.

Worst memory in your room:

Babe: The night I went blind and woke Sam up and told him that everything was OK but that I might be dying.

Sam: Once, using some of the vaped Marijuana I had saved up over the semester, I attempted to make edibles using peanut butter and graham crackers. They were a failure, as I ate like five but felt only the slightest tingle in my toes. One night, when Babe returned from something or other, famished from a night of hard work, he asked if I had anything to eat, and I said that I had made edibles but that they didn’t work or anything so he could help himself. He was like “fuck it” and ate a few, and we went to sleep. At about 3:00 am or so, he awoke, high as balls. Ask babe for the details, as I was half asleep, but I believe he had a pretty severe panic attack and got naked on the floor in the bathroom, restlessly napping in a pool of his own sweat and tears for the remainder of the night. I offered to call P-Safe, and he actually considered it, so he truly must have been off his rocker sorts of fucked up. I am still sorry about the incident, but like not as sorry as I should be? I don’t know. He stopped smoking weed after that, which is too bad, but I respect it.

Something you wish you brought:

Babe: A better trash can. Also, a more secure trash can, because someone stole that shit during spring break.

Something you're glad you brought:

Babe: Super glad I brought Bananagrams. I never actually got to play during the school year (I SWEAR I am an avid player at home, SERIOUSLY), but I do think people maybe assumed I wasn’t completely shallow when they spotted that cloth zippered banana under my bed. I do recognize that it’s very shallow of me to say that I’m glad I brought an item that I never played but which might have positively affected people’s perceptions of me. It’s a give-and-take.