Last night, every single person you met during Freshman orientation flocked to Room
112 of Little Hall for the (gathering 2 x??) gathering of the ages. What started as
a spontaneous gathering of friendly CA group members turned into one of the phattest,
sick-nastiest orientation parties in Princeton’s illustrious history.
Derek Mahoney ’26, one of the hosts and COS-major-turned-lifelong-party-animal, describes the unprecedented steez in the small room’s atmosphere.
“It was crazy,” Mahoney says. “I had enough White Claws for me and my boys
but when everyone showed up, we eventually had to start rationing that shit in shot glasses. At one point, there were as many as thirteen people in the room.”
Wil Moses ’26, an attendee, added, “I don’t know who I would be if I wasn’t there last night. From the badass-fatass aux action to the Banglafresh head bobbing- I really am, like, a whole new guy.”
However, despite the madchill, donkeylicious ambiance, the friendships formed in the quad’s common room were the most important takeaway of the evening.
“I don’t remember anyone’s name, but we all got so close,” remarked partygoer Isabella
Vakil ’26. “I’m pretty sure I know everyone’s favorite color”
Henry Robles, another attendee, said “Jeremy and I really hit it off — I already
know his major and favorite song.” Kayleigh Yeh ’26 even reports that she will be having
Julia New-College-West ’26 as a bridesmaid at her future wedding.
But it doesn’t stop at friendships. Brian Roberts ’26 recounted the story of how he met his soulmate, Rachel Yeats ’26.
“I was immediately struck when I saw her come into the room -I saw she had brown hair and was wearing a white t-shirt, just like me. I knew for sure we had an instant connection when I found out she also likes pizza and compliments.”
Though no one knows what the future holds for Room 112, one can only hope that it consists of many more sauced, solid pure nonsense moments like these.
DANA CORBO ’25
