Most memorable southeast housing experience
My sophomore year in Juneau, I had just gotten into my first finals match of my career in wrestling. I lost by pin but throughout the entire match, all the southeast teams were cheering for me because we were all anti-Colony. It was close for the most part and I was proud. I was housed out with the now state champion from TM, Carl Tupou and partnered with my good friend Paul Allmendinger. Paul got 2nd and Carl won his match by 1. We were all so pumped after our matches, so we all went to Pell’s of course to celebrate. On our way back to Carl’s truck we heard a noise behind a building. We pulled out our flashlights on our phones and slowly walked towards it. We inched forwards and out came a stray cat. We laughed for a minute and went back to the truck. Carl backed up and claimed “he hit a pothole” but I’m still convinced to this day that we ran over that cat. Turns out later it was some old lady’s cat after we saw a missing poster on a pole the next day. That was the time we ran over a cat even though Paul and Carl still deny it to this day.
Housing out is like flipping a coin– you never know if you’ll end up in a good situation or a bad situation. I’ll never forget housing out in Sitka last year with one of my basketball teammates. After our game, we walked right across the street from the school and into our housing home. Everywhere you looked, there was some sort of Coca-Cola product– and I mean everywhere. Coca-Cola magnets on the fridge, Coca-Cola dishware, Coca-Cola puzzles framed and hung on the wall, even a Coca-Cola toaster cover. And you bet they had cases on cases of Coca-Cola cans in their fridge and pantry. On our last night there, they left us alone with no food for hours and we were starving. So, we snuck out their back door and had another teammate’s housers pick us up to go to the store. As we were about to check out, we saw our houser mom buying food and we immediately hid from her. She left before us, and we had to checkout and race her home. We snuck back in seconds before she came in with her food. Needless to say, we had 2 dinners that night– and plenty of Coca-Cola.
If I had to choose a most memorable housing experience, I’d have to choose between two. The first was freshman year when I went to Juneau for swimming. I was housed with Logan Hammersland, and we’re good buddies so it was pretty fun. Logan and I headed to the store, bought a couple pizzas, and brought them back to the housers house. I then called up on of our friends from Juneau to bring us to Fred Meyers. We left for a few hours, got some snacks and then we walked back to the house since it wasn’t too far. By then we were starving and ready to cook the pizza. Walking into the kitchen we were a little dumbfounded. The whole family ate all of our pizza. They didn’t ask, or even think that they were ours. The good thing about this one was that the family bought us double the pizza the next day.
The second experience was in Sitka last year during baseball season. I was housed with Liam Kiffer, Cody Kemble, and Wyatt Barajas. Before we got to the house, we introduced ourselves to the dad of the family. When it was my turn to introduce myself, I said my name as usual. He thought I said Dave, not Gabe. We all thought it was funny, and I thought it would pass over. It didn’t. I was called Dave for the rest of the trip, and for the rest of season. I didn’t mind, I kind of liked it. All in all, housing is pretty cool, and you meet some interesting and fun people.
There are so many great memories to pick from but I think my most memorable housing experience was probably my sophomore year in Sitka for Music fest. I always stay with my friends because some of my best friends live in Juneau, Sitka and Wrangell. My friends from Wrangell are fishermen and they were fishing in Sitka at the time of music fest. Every night we hung out, played foursquare, had bonfires, and played games. It was the first time I got to see them all in over a year and it was the best four days ever. They have this huge net tied to about five trees in the backyard and its made into a hammock. But that wasn’t all, the percussion section was perfect. Lily and Noah were seniors and we had the perfect percussion family, we got a superior on our ensemble and watched some amazingly talented kids perform theirs, and to top it off we played Russian Christmas music for the concert and the adjudicator had nothing but good things to say. We played it better that night then we had ever played it before and that’s an extremely difficult compassion. After the concert we got free ice cream and had one last bond fire. All around it was a great trip and hard to leave.
Although I have only been housed out twice, once when I went to Wrangell for basketball and once when I went to Juneau for wrestling, out of the both times, my most memorable time would be the the time I went to Juneau. I was housed out by Connor Norman and was with Brayden Linne, Patrick Rauwolf, Paul Allmendinger, and Max Collins. We all got there friday night after wrestling and we were all pretty tired. We were staying in the third story of Conner’s house, which had a pool table and had a full kitchen. Nothing fun really happened the first night. We all had to wake up early and complained that none of us could eat food because we all had to make weight in the morning. The next night after everyone was done wrestling and we were all tired, all of us went to the store. We bought so much junk food because we didn’t have to make weight the next day. All of us stayed up pretty late taking turns playing each other at pool, even though we had to wake up early to catch our plane ride back to Ketchikan.