The Land of Fire: The Adventures of Patrick and Jordan
This is Jordan!
Jordan is a fellow history major, lover of all things European (especially as they relate to France, Germany, and Eastern Europe), and the awesome co-inhabitant of my apartment. This is the story of how we came to live together!
Back in the fall of 2008, Jordan and I both took a class with Professor Sammartino entitled "Germany and Eastern Europe from 1848-1989." It was a fairly large lecture-style course so I didn't really get a chance to meet a whole lot of the people in the class. We actually talked to each other near the end of the course (I graciously let her keep a map given to our class by a guest lecturer who brought one too few copies), but we never really got to know each other. It would not be long, however, before we actually met and became friends. Also, she totally still has the map.
For Winter Term sophomore year, Jordan and I both ended up interning on the Hill. Jordan worked for then-Speaker of the House, Nancy Pelosi, while I worked for then-Chairman of the House Committee on the Judiciary, John Conyers, Jr. During the first week of our internships, there was a reception on the Hill for Oberlin students and alumni, hosted by President Krislov. I found this reception to be super awkward - I was new to D.C. and didn't know anyone at this point, so I was awkwardly standing in a corner, holding my Diet Coke in a wine glass (but seriously, who serves Diet Coke in a wine glass?).
Jordan came over to me and started the "hey, didn't we have class together?" conversation that soon led to bonding over the awkwardness of the reception and our mutual love of all things European history. We swapped numbers on the Metro and made tentative lunch plans for the next day.
Our intern lunches became a regular occurrence - we would swap stories about the craziest things that had happened to us that day (so many crazy things, all the time), gossip about whatever was going on on the Hill, and, on one special occasion, Jordan nearly ran into and almost knocked over Dennis Kucinich in the cafeteria in the Rayburn Building.
She hates that I tell people this story, but I love it, so I'm going to tell it. We were in the Rayburn cafeteria one day grabbing lunch, and Dennis Kucinich was behind Jordan. Not knowing that Kucinich was behind her, Jordan turned around rather abruptly, nearly running into him. I burst out laughing (probably leading to everyone thinking that I was just another crazy intern) and have forever teased her about this incident. It really wasn't that big of a deal, but it's a fun story nonetheless.
After Winter Term, we returned to Oberlin and continued to hang out, most notably continuing our "intern lunches" by having lunch together once a week. We continued to have these lunches throughout the latter half of our second year and our entire third year. In the spring of 2010, we took another class together, Prof. Len Smith's "World War II and the Making of the 20th Century." When the time for signing up for housing for our senior year came about, I decided to ask Jordan if she wanted to live with me.
I knew that living with your friends can be tricky - I've watched several friendships deteriorate over living situations. Life lesson: just because you're friends with someone does not mean that you can live with them. Jordan and I, however, got along swimmingly and I figured that we would both be chill enough that there wouldn't be any major problems. Turns out I was right!
We chose an apartment in Firelands, an apartment building owned by the college. Our apartment has enough space for the two of us. Here are some pictures (excuse the poor quality - I took them with my phone)!
I have a hard time explaining my friendship with Jordan, since we're both so delightfully strange. To better understand us, here are some of our interactions via Facebook. I believe they explain our friendship quite well.
Yay for Jordan! She is awesome! In fact, she is so awesome that she read through my entire thesis and left me some excellent comments. Here are some of those!
Moral of this story? Jordan is awesome. I'm extraordinarily grateful for our friendship.
"[This peppermint brownie] tastes like angel tears." - Jordan King