This One Time, I Turned Boxes and Tape into Art

This thing I made

It was a friday night, early last quarter at Dartmouth. Nobody had much work to do. I could have gone out to some shitty frat party and had an okay time. I could have sat in my room and listened to music or blogged or something.

Instead, I threw some duct tape in my backpack and headed to Cole’s dorm. I’d had a lot of fun hanging out with some friends from hellosilo over spring break, who turned me onto the idea of coworking. Perhaps the best thing one can do with her time is create things. Having interesting conversation is a close second. With coworking, she gets both.

The next morning, a lot of my friends had nothing to show for their previous nights’ work other than the occasional hangover. I had a chunk of duct-taped cardboard. I think I win.