Memories:LOS

2006.1

Swedish Fish on Ceiling

Back in 06.1, I didn't have a roommate, so we would play Risk on my extra bed, and spend most of our down time in there. My room sort of acted as our hall's lounge, as first floor Rosecrans doesn't have one. One day while we were playing, a kid came in with a swedish fish he had found on the ground in our hall, and started throwing it onto the ceiling. It would cling there for a little while, and then fall down. One kid, however, decided to use a Pringle's can to crush it into the ceiling while it was clinging there. The stain from the swedish fish is still there. -The_Council

(swedish fish have since appeared on multiple ceilings in various buildings, including third floor Desmond and Huesman, inspired by this incident ~Maggie)

2007.1

Dana's Hall: The Foot Injuries

It all began with one girl having a little blister, that summer at CTY. Being the first, she suffered only minor discomfort. But soon, foot injuries would be all too common in Dana's Hall, which had all of the girls from the Logic Class. The second girl, Lilly, had received terrible blisters covering the entire bottom of both her feet, while running on pavement. One night, the hall was disturbed by the scream, "Has anyone ever had blisters because I think that mine are about to AAAAAUGH!" Several layers of Lilly's skin had become completely detatched from her foot. That night was crazed with the Dean stopping by, and the emergency workers attempting to choose what to do. The following morning, Lilly was offering the bottoms of her feet to people in a plastic bag.

The third person to be hurt was Lucy, also known as Lulu the Destroyer. She was walking across Sunken Gardens when she experienced a sharp pain in her foot, she described it as being "like having a knife shoved into my foot," at the time. Lucy was wheelchair bound when next we saw her, at dinner. She remained in the wheelchair for the entire session, occasionally moving to crutches for stairs, and near the end of the last week. It was discovered in the last week that she had, in fact, broken a bone. Lucy was best known for beating up people who laughed at her wheelchair, by wheeling at them and hitting them with her crutches.

The rest of the girls in the hall, at the end of the first week, were afraid that the foot injuries would become only worse, and took preventative measures in the form of innoculations of sorts. Those who had run their feet over with doors were safe, and several others, including myself, stepped on each other's feet with the purpose of saving their feet from annihilation, due to the curse. -Pink Lizzy

2008.1

Jason in the Universe

In 08.1, a group of tradition-importers began a game of Silent Football, during Hydrophilia Day. Though normally a game of Silent Football is awesome, it was made even more so when Jason Boring suddenly requested to play. All of the rules were explained to Jason by hyper CTYers. Though he broke many rules, and banned a few of them, it was agreed by most of the people present that it was something special to have had Jason Boring pass through the Universe. For any of you who wanted to know, Jason Boring has officially banned licking as a form of jihad. -Pink Lizzy

It's the End of the World in Crutches

Sure, people at CTY LMU are often in crutches. Intellect and klutziness seem to go hand-in-hand. Most people in crutches simply feel left out during "It's the End of the World as we Know It." But that isn't the case for one ambitious CTYer. At one of the dances, running in quick circles, several CTY students noticed a person on crutches walking around in circles as fast as they could. This simple expression of love for CTY shows the best in a CTYer- this student never gave up on the things they loved about CTY. -Pink Lizzy

Margaradia

During a game of silent football, Mr. Dictator (Dex) mispronounced something and attempted to avoid penance points by claiming he was from Canada. Lizzy H. subsequently asked what "canada" was, since it was not part of the universe. I happened to be wearing a shirt that had a map of the earth on it, so Dex pointed out that canada was on my shirt. This led to a discussion about him living on my shirt, during which canada became renamed Margaradia. - (Maggie G.)

2008.2

The Flyswatters

I remember that everybody asked us [Emmatheduck (purple), Chelsea (orange) & Katie (yellow) L., Allegra (orange, although originally, the purple one was hers and nobody else had one), and Lyra (pink) -Lyra] where we got the flyswatters [Ralphs, btw -Lyra], why we had flyswatters, or something along the lines of that... Soon, the story of the flyswatters was forgotten, even by the people that carried them. They were originally fairy wands, but soon became devices of torture, pokeage and, at Casino Night, a source of valuable money. I remember that when people asked me about the flyswatters, I first answered with my oft-used "It's Complicated," but soon just started saying "Why don't YOU have a flyswatter?" Eventually, pieces started breaking off of many of our group's swatters, and we attached them to our lanyards. Hopefully, they come back last year. -Allegra
(Basically, we had gotten a bunch of flyswatters on the first Saturday, and carried them around campus for the rest of the session, to other campers' confusion. -Chelsea (orangecellocase))

Marching

Sam was a good RA, except for his...fetish toward giving us early lights out. So I remember one time he made us a deal; we could have either 45 minutes earlier lights out, or we could have what was behind "Curtain Number 2". So of course, being the oh so curious and oh so stupid kids we were, we picked "Curtain Number Two", which turned out to be no Social Time. So we argued and argued, and finally, he told us to follow him, and he led us to Social Time. Somewhere along the way, we began to march in a single file line, and I guess he liked that idea. So we gave the entire CTY population a nice military performance, in which several people asked us what we were doing, and others just cheered. Ah, Good memories... --Tryst

Selling Blammo spoon

On Casino Night, I remember I was talking to some staff members, trying to get them to give me a job so I could earn some money, and one of them (the academic dean's husband) asked me why I was carrying a spoon with me. I explained to him about Blammo. At this point in the game (I lose), only two people (another girl and I) were still in Blammo. The academic dean's husband then offered to buy the spoon from me, and told me to name a price. I had already managed to win a Blammo game, so I figured I didn't really need to win again. $500, I told him, and he paid readily. So I walked away, positively giddy because I'd just made $500 without doing basically anything. He later even gave me back my spoon, for free, and I managed to tie the Blammo game. --Chelsea (orangecellocase)
^Whoa, I just realized that was me! I suppose I could have won, lol --Sage V.

Casino Night Mob

Also on Casino Night, Dane the RA offered a whole bunch of students $50 each if they all would storm the VIP Lounge. A earlier mob, egged on by Dane, had already stormed the jail and set everyone in it free, and we were all eager to earn some more money. So a MASSIVE amount of people gathered in a corner of the courtyard, and at a signal, charged, yelling, towards the VIP Lounge stairs. A few people valiantly tried to defend the staircase, but the mob was too thick. The leaders of the mob managed to get past them and would have continued up, had Jason not appeared, looking furious. A large number of people ended up in jail that night. --Chelsea

EARTHQUAKE!

It was second Tuesday, also known as Black Tuesday, when unfortunate occurences were rumored to happen. At EXACTLY 11:42, everyone was in class. Everything seemed normal, until the ground started swaying somewhat insistently. Some people were confused as to what was happening, and several classes got under their desks. In about 2 minutes, though, the buildings stopped moving, and classes went out to lunch, excitedly discussing this new event. Some people even thought it was fun. Later, we learned that it was a magnitude 5.4 earthquake with its epicenter near Chino Hills, about 50 miles away from LMU. Emma suggested that it was the end of the world as we know it, citing the line "That's great, it starts with an earthquake," and refused to go out that social time. --Chelsea

I did not. It was Second Thursday I refused to go to social time, and only because I was busy contemplating the meaning of life. --Emma

I was the one who asked for permission to stand up from my desk during the earthquake and was refused. We were doing philosophy-charades, if remember correctly. --Sage V.

The Daneroll!

It was Bananaphone appreciation. we were walking off to the soccer field to harass the activity that was next [Ronaldo's kids] when someone mentioned Rick Astley. When someone mentioned the Rickroll, Dane started singing the song. After much begging/coaxing/whining/screaming, he sang the song again, which was [thankfully] caught on tape. However, because this was the second time he sang the song, he was impatient, so the lyrics were a bit different than the original. The first verse was completely normal, but when he got to the chorus, this was what was said:

"Never gonna sennh enhh uhh [jibberish]

Never gonna punch your face

Never gonna...declare a fatwa, or something.

Never gonna say jihad,

Never gonna say goodbye.

Never gonna [Jackie/Allegra C. said:] 'say HI DANE!' [meanwhile, dane said:] tell a lie,and punch you!"

It was possibly the greatest moment i had ever experienced. --Allegra/Jackie

Black Market "Breaking Dawn" Reading at Casino Night

It was that crazy summer when the Twilight rage was at its peak and even the most literary of CTYers had fallen victim to the craze. The weekend that my mom came to take me out for lunch, we went to the bookstore where I purchased the last of the saga, Breaking Dawn, hot off the presses. Many girls in my hall went beserk at the sight of it when I returned, and I promised to lend it to them when I was done, and so the speedreading began.
That night was Casino Night, and I only had a few chapters to go, and so I decided to take the book with me. The amount of girls (and to my smug surprise, some guys) begging me to have a peek in the book grew such that I was struck with inspiration, and said that of course, I would let them read it, if they would give me 10 CTY dollars in exchange for 10 minutes with the book.
That book made me 70 bucks. Not counting the kid who gave me 20 to go away when I was soliciting him.
The next day my friend Jasmine was reading it in her dorm (for free) and spilled hot chocolate all over the page in her hysterics (misreading: "Quil WET HIMSELF??").
The book will always reek of CTY.
Sometimes I hold it open just to smell it (forget reading it, the story is worse than stale the second time around). Thank you, Stephanie Meyer! --Diana

2009.2

Physics Class

The Physics Class of LOS.09.2 is the definitely best CTY has ever seen. It consisted of God, Harry Potter, Matt #1, Matt #2, Hyper Hannah [Newwhen] who loves CTY, Tall Tracy who likes to run, Stupendous Sierra who likes to play the flute, Ecstatic Emma who like purple carrots, Bubbly Barbara who likes to play tennis, 20 tones of monotone Varun, "It's not my birfday!" Thomas, JERK Vincent, David is bad he makes you slow, and Wesley. They are all intertwined in a nonsensical family tree (along with God's father Jon Stutte [*headbutt*]) that involves a lot of Oedipus-like things that I won't go into now. But you can look at all of their Facebooks and realize that they just like to get sad-happy-VERY happy sometimes and that rolling dice/playing air guitar just isn't enough! Anyways, the physics class was taught by none other than SUPERHUMAN ALMA! and her assistant... CHIP! [hi chip.] Yes, Alma was great, except she was a liar. She taught them all about Mechanics and Electromagnetism using Jamba Juice and magic, then tells them that it was all a lie. Everything is uncertain and they could walk through walls! BOWLING?!?! Yeah, what a derivative of acceleration. But they still loved her because she could hold up a fork and spoon on a toothpick and make beakers disappear. Oh yeah, she also brainwashed them with physics. Literally. They were seeing momentum during Trench, constructive interference in bowls of soup, destructive interference at dances, and Newton's laws in dating! Weeeeird. But they loved her anyways. PHYYYYYYYYYYYYSICCCCCCCCCSSSSSSS! ALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLMAAAAAAAAA!

2010.1

Physics Class

LOS.10.1 had possibly the most amazing physics class ever, and not just for CTY. They were taught by Dr. B and TAed by George. Dr. B's real name is Tengiz Bibilashvili and he had an AWESOME accent because he's from Georgia (the country), while George's real name is Gexu Zhang. Dr. B was possibly the most amazing teacher. Not only did he keep class interesting with his accent, he had the funniest jokes. He taught his adoring students how to wave dance into the sunset and shoot lasers at the clock tower--yes, that was us! Gee, jeebers, babies, and genius were common responses to us. Our teachers are definitely better than yours. This class had a ridiculous boy to girl ratio of fourteen to four, but needless to say, physics was extremely close. The four girls were in Amber's hall along with Pop Culture and Computer Science, with the boys in Steven's hall. Since physics is an intense class, many of the students were nomores or nevermores with a lot of spirit. All four girls participated in the talent show, and many of the boys did as well. For Drag Day, they were definitely the best dressed class--especially with Edward "Fluffy" wearing spaghetti straps and short shorts, Gilbert "Squishy" wearing a pink miniskirt, Steven wearing a revealing black dress, Armaan wearing a jeweled top and flowered skirt, Jonathan wearing a low cut and revealing dress, Rhett wearing the frilliest skirt ever seen in mankind, Kevin wearing extremely tight skinny jeans. Though the girls were fantastically dressed themselves, Rachel and Emily's attempt to pick up the lovely "ladies" with their physics pick up lines (and normal pickup lines) did not work. But indeed, the class was filled with fun and inside jokes, along with Edward's outbursts of "It's so fluffy!" or "Nascar, woooooh!" The class mascot was Simba, the LMU lion stuffed animal, while the chant was one goose--TENGIZ! F=ma, and I will TRUCK you!

2010.2

Brian Tal-iban

During one dinner period, we (Diana D, Sage V, Bradley E, Adriana R, Max J, and Claire B.) were walking past the long table that held various instructors, TAs, and RAs. As we dumped our trays, we heard this ominous chant rising from the table, increasing with volume and political incorrectness with each second, and thus we decided to join. "TALIBAN! TALIBAN!"
Brian Talbot, one of the instructors, looked somewhat offended and informed us that they had been chanting "TELL IT AGAIN! TELL IT AGAIN!"
We were not the slightest bit abashed.
And we started a Taliban chant at the next dance, in which Brian and Tim joined enthusiastically. -Diana

2011.2

Social Experiments

By far the most spirited hall of LMU's 2nd 2011 Session, Mariana's hall was determined to be unique. Occasionally, we would walk around collectively humming a single note so that wherever we traveled, we held the illusion of being a swarm of bees. At one of the many breakfasts of the first week, at 8:25 exactly, we froze. Some of us were in line for food, some of us were gathered at a support column, some of us were in transit, but all 14 of us stopped moving for two glorious minutes (for one reason or another, at the time I was in a Spock costume complete with Vulcan ears, so I do believe I got twice the strange looks). One member of the hall, my roommate, confronted a boy she had never even met before and broke up with him, fake sobbing and using phrases like, "I'm sorry, I just don't think it's going to work between us." We flash mobbed countless songs while we were traveling from dorm to meal or drop-off. Our list included "I'll Make A Man Out Of You," "Do Wah Diddy," "Defying Gravity," "Bohemian Rhapsody," "American Pie," and many others. We made Mariana's very name into a War Cry. On occasion, one of us would begin by bellowing, "MARIANAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!" into the night and the rest would follow suit. Other RAs made comments such as "Why doesn't my hall do that?" or "Mariana, why would you make your kids do that?" For the record, she was not the one who started it all. She was one of the more soft-spoken RAs, and when her hall took the campus by social storm, it became a sort of inside joke for us. No matter what we did, we were united. Our presence could not be missed. --Fury

My Immortal

After learning that I was unfamiliar with it, Claire B., Zoe H., and Natalie W. decided that our sleepovers ought to be devoted to (and other things, but I don't have the right to make those public) the dramatic reading of "My Immortal." Of course, it was much too painful to read entirely in one night, so we divided our presentations into several memorable evenings, including the one during which my RA discovered Natalie had been more or less acting as a third roommate to Zoe and I. Not only did this cause us to endlessly mock Natalie when she ran out of clean clothing and resorted to wearing a My Chemical Romance shirt, but the erratic grammar and word choice of this notorious fanfiction also caused our own mastery of English to slip during the session, resulting in exclamations during several meals that some convenient bystander ought to "stop masticating that steak, pervert!" --Sage V.

Partner Poi

Having been hit in the mouth with a high-speed flowlight that is not yours during an exhibition of partner poi is the ideal condition for a nomore's final "Stairway to Heaven," as then the chance to bleed on the shoulder of the owner of said flowlight while slowdancing will arise. --Sage V.

2012.2

After the Session concluded, on Facebook, a CTY group was created for that specific session. Late on the night of August 18, 2012, starting around 6PM, multiple posts where made on a thread about the sessions slideshow, during which, in the space of 8 hours and involving multiple people, over 1000 comments where made, over the topics such as; who's the better RA, better slideshows, football, old movies, nobody loving Kevin, and the last night, involving some famous RA's.

2016.2

This has been so rarely updated and there are so many things to write....

• It has become "traditional" to duck tape the doors of RAs and video their reactions. This year it was done to Marianna and Rory.
• "You Lost The Game" was put on the window of Aviva Katz , causing many to be frustrated as they look up and automatically lose The Game.
• The Secret Gummy Bear Society put gummy bears on everyone's doors and "I like you, I love you, I CTY you" on the front doors of Whelan.
• Pet Rock - will this get its own page?
• Pet Banana
• KBBQ vs Braveheart Battles (With the paper crane in the middle of political debates)
• Let us not forget Harambe. (We miss you)

So many memories and I'm not sure what counts as a 'memory' to be out on this page.... Check out the Los Angeles page for more, and people come update this!

2017.2

• Passionfruit was about to happen in front of the Lion's Den instead of the Bluffs.

2018.2

• The record for "most times god blammo'd" was broken and is now set at 100.
• The devil was added as a fourth role to spice things up a bit in Blammo.
• Ghosting happened under the name of "How to be a telephone pole" and continued outside of the activity around campus.
• RA Abraham was addressed as "Dad" by most.
• Sandstorm was not played at the last dance for some reason. Some confused non-nomores/nevermores poi'd to Everytime We Touch.
• Seasons of Love was played at the end of the talent show. Some nevermores were about to belt the lyrics of Leaving on a Jet Plane in disgust, but nobody joined in and the rebellion failed. The RA's

  eventually played Leaving on a Jet Plane, but some people were miffed.