The Ultimate Fraternity Room
At TEP, there was always the possibility (albeit remote) that a brother might have the good fortune of actually convincing a woman to come to his room. As a result, members anxiously anticipated the house lottery (it seemed that every accommodation in Ithaca was obtained through some kind of lottery), which would determine who got the best (i.e., least offensive) rooms. Before the lottery for my senior year abode, I had my first choice picked out: the cozy first floor cubicle, just off the front hall staircase. What was so special about that room? It had (imitation) wood paneling -- a substance that reputedly gave the room such a sense of "class" that women could not control themselves in its presence (Boy, were we out of it in those days!). Thanks to luck, seniority, and my guarantee to others that I would "do the room justice," I got my choice. Of course, despite its alleged allure, during my occupancy it ended up attracting about as many women as a "Three Stooges" midnight triple feature in a bad neighborhood.