OS Cribs: Penn State Thespians At The Americana
We’ve seen some pretty awesome student cribs this semester. One was primely located above a popular watering hole, another was an entirely too spacious house, and most recently a comfortable apartment aptly termed “Three oh Heaven.”
This week’s feature, our last of the semester, comes to us from the Americana building on Locust Lane. Apartment C4 has housed a group of Penn State thespians for the last three years. It’s somewhat ironically decorated, and hosts some impressive potty humor. Let’s take a look inside.
Off the living room is what the tenants dub “The Alumni Wall.” Looking like a scene out of “Friends,” the original C4 tenants are pictured below.
“A long time ago,” current resident Jeremy Mangan begins, “Christine, one of the original people who lived here, really wanted to live in this building, so she went around to different apartments, asking them if she could look at the apartment. She fought for the lease because there were other people who were interested in it.”
Today, Mangan, Hailey Rohn, Troy Todd, Amy Tizio and Jason Marko all live at C4, keeping the Penn State Thespian tradition alive. Most of the roommates are currently finishing up their junior year, except for Mangan, a senior. Thespians is a large group on campus, and all of its members come by to party. They plan to have the lease secured within the group until at least 2020.
These cute ducks from the Drunk Duck drinks at Primanti Bros. sit on the TV in the living room. Rohn said they frequent the bar “every now and again.” Their collection of ducks grew substantially after Rohn danced in THON this year.
The current residents have given their toilet a much more majestic title: the “Poop Shrine.” The bathroom in C4 is also home to the “Rho Rho Rho (Your Boat)” sorority paddle.
Speaking of sorority paddles, there are two more in the living room — perfect conversation starters for visitors. The white Alpha Omega paddle (right) is from a previous production by the Penn State Thespians, and one of the roommates found the pink Delta Gamma outside one evening. From the looks of it, a sorority sister put time and effort into the paddle. One’s loss is another’s gain, I suppose.
Beside the paddles is a semi-broken clock that is perpetually set to 5:00, because it’s always 5:00 somewhere, Rohn said. Mangan plugged in the clock to show us how cool it is, much to the other roommates surprise.
“Wait, the clock can light up? I assumed it was just broken all around,” Rohn exclaimed.
Meet Hank the Cactus. He hasn’t been watered in a long time, but don’t worry, Mangan assured us he is still alive. Also, Todd said the other plant is not supposed to be yellow, but it is.
This might be the best wall in the apartment, save for the rich history displayed on the Alumni Wall. The C4 yarn art may affect the tenants’ security deposit, since there are about three dozen more holes than there should be on the wall, but it’s definitely worth it. The dress is from a previous tenant named Ben. It’s a Honey Boo Boo Child costume fit for a queen.
This chest serves as a coffee table in the living room. Thankfully it’s snail free, according to the label on the side.
A shot of the living room shows just how many posters cover the walls. Anyone from Homer to Kramer have a place on the plaster. Even “Ninja Babes in Space” has a special spot in C4, a film that Todd discovered is not in fact a porno film, much to his disappointment.
As you exit the apartment, you’ll see the blame chart of C4. This flowchart lists three out of the five roommates and one person who doesn’t live there, only because “she broke a lamp once,” Rohn said.
And just when you get to the front door, you’re greeted with one final foul treat. It’s a fitting end to a lovely visit to apartment C4.
Since our OS Cribs go-to girl Alicia Thomas is graduating this semester, email Josh Glossner at [email protected] to submit your crib for our next installment.
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