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Post by DOOMS on May 2, 2018 12:56:06 GMT -5
All insults to low living standards aside, who on here showed up to Scott and thought that it was a nice place? I know when I first got there it was total shock. Partially because I'd visited folk at UGA, SC Steat, and Howard and expected A&T's dorms to be somewhere in between. Scott definitely wasn't. I got used to it quick, but man oh man.
If Scott still existed nowadays we would not have the largest hbcu. Folk would flat out refuse to live there. The crazy thing is they sunk all this money into them right after I moved off campus so that by the time my cousin got there in '96 they had cable, phones in their rooms, and climate control...
and then they demolish the whole thing.
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Post by Maxell on May 2, 2018 13:39:52 GMT -5
Scott was an experience. It wasn't just a dorm. Every aspect of Scott (good and bad) contributed to that experience. I lived there and my son lived there 25 years later. He told me recently he wouldn't trade that experience for the world. He "grew up" in Scott B. Stay tuned for more ...
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Post by bluehaze on May 2, 2018 13:56:08 GMT -5
When I got to Scott in '90 I thought it was a piece of isht. My father stayed in it in '56 and he agreed it was a piece of isht. He said it had barely been updated from the time he'd been there and it wasn't hitting on much back then. For perspective when he arrived at Scott he was coming from a two-room sharecroppers house with no indoor plumbing and Greensboro was by far the biggest city he'd ever seen in his life when he arrived there. Pop told me Scott was primarily built as barracks-style housing because a lot of male students were rotc. He said the barracks he stayed in in the military and his dorms at Fayetteville State were much better. When my mother saw it she offered to disenroll me on the spot and get me into SC Steat before the week was over. She practically begged actually. I remember asking when they were going to put up the shower curtains at a hall meeting and these niccas laughed. "This is barracks-style" they said. I told them I didn't join the f-in military and I'm not paying my tuition money for somebody to try to come out the closet on me. A year later the shower curtains and dividers went up. Might be because somebody did try to come out the closet on somebody else up in that piece. That was like a maybe $5000 fix. Ridiculous it took that long. No phones in the rooms, yelling down the hall all day for people to get their phone calls. Waiting in lines to use the phone like you in jail. No AC, radiators with one setting (hell), no microwaves in the room, no cable... I remember at the hall meeting asking where was the fire extinguisher. There was just an arrow pointed sign that said fire extinguisher. I said "what we sposedta do, just point the sign at the fire and the fire sposedta know it's sposedta go out?" I was a reaaaal smartass back in the day. But I had a point. My folk were paying out of state tuition for this substandard mess. Niccas would get drunk and break windows and throw bottles and pull the fire alarm. Every time it happened EVERYBODY on the hall would be fined $5. WTF? The doors didn't lock. Somebody down the hall from me found a bum sleeping on his floor one night when he didn't lock his room door. Another time bank robbers ran right through the door and go away from the cops while we were in there. There were several locals that stayed in the dorm that did not even go to T when I was there. They just stayed with their homeboys. What a nightmare. They should've knocked that place down when Nixon was president. Scott was a shithole man. And my young, stupid, wild, ignorant, immature azz loved almost every minute of it. I have a brick from Scott in my basement right now. Must be Stockholm syndrome because that place was like a jail. Got there in '92 and while I was reading through this, the entire I was thinking what you said in that last paragraph I also have a brick as well. Scott A 3032, the Penthouse!!
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Post by aggierattler on May 2, 2018 14:03:27 GMT -5
All insults to low living standards aside, who on here showed up to Scott and thought that it was a nice place? I know when I first got there it was total shock. Partially because I'd visited folk at UGA, SC Steat, and Howard and expected A&T's dorms to be somewhere in between. Scott definitely wasn't. I got used to it quick, but man oh man. If Scott still existed nowadays we would not have the largest hbcu. Folk would flat out refuse to live there. The crazy thing is they sunk all this money into them right after I moved off campus so that by the time my cousin got there in '96 they had cable, phones in their rooms, and climate control... and then they demolish the whole thing. SC State had one men's dorm that was equal to Scott Hall (Bethea Hall) and one dorm that was much worse than Scott Hall (Lowman Hall, which was condemned after my freshman year).
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Post by DOOMS on May 2, 2018 14:06:19 GMT -5
You old mane. Of course being old beats the alternative.
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Post by Deleted on May 2, 2018 14:22:18 GMT -5
Amen for progress and a plan lol Thank God. And I complained for not having a closet in The Aggie Suites.
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Post by Deleted on May 2, 2018 14:23:53 GMT -5
All insults to low living standards aside, who on here showed up to Scott and thought that it was a nice place? I know when I first got there it was total shock. Partially because I'd visited folk at UGA, SC Steat, and Howard and expected A&T's dorms to be somewhere in between. Scott definitely wasn't. I got used to it quick, but man oh man. If Scott still existed nowadays we would not have the largest hbcu. Folk would flat out refuse to live there. The crazy thing is they sunk all this money into them right after I moved off campus so that by the time my cousin got there in '96 they had cable, phones in their rooms, and climate control... and then they demolish the whole thing. I remember seeing the Scotts before they were torn down and said, "Heck nah!" But the Suites, Pride Hall (rendering) and The "New Scotts" were one of the reasons why I enrolled.
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Post by AggiePride on May 2, 2018 15:34:09 GMT -5
I lived in Scott B,A,and C. We use to hear stories about how wild it was when you could walk through the entire complex without going outside.
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Post by oleschoolaggie on May 2, 2018 16:00:50 GMT -5
yeah, i agree with maxell. scott hall truly was an "experience". you could walk from one end to the other and see all kinds of "shiggidy" up in scott hall! you'd hear the "base" of somebody's stereo booming throughout scott hall, many room walls were covered with concert posters that "glowed" at night with a black light, some folk had "strobe lights" in their rooms, almost everybody had "jet magazine" beauty of the week pictures hanging on their walls. many a "panty raid" schemes got started up in the hallways of scott hall. yeah, that place really was a special "experience". i wouldn't trade that experience for anything in the world. yeah, groove is right. some of you mofo's were "soft" if ya couldn't cope with scott hall. that mugg was so big, that sometimes i could hide from my "big bruthas" in that bad boy when i was pledging...
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Post by SixtiesAggie on May 2, 2018 16:45:19 GMT -5
I lived in Scott B,A,and C. We use to hear stories about how wild it was when you could walk through the entire complex without going outside. Absolutely!! Those were the days. You could walk all five wings without interruption. From the West wing at Laurel St. to Moore Gym parking lot at the East wing. Scott Hall, the freshman and sophomore dorm, produced some of the greatest minds to leave A&T. It housed the visiting teams that played A&T at Memorial Stadium and Moore Gym. It housed the East- West Shrine Bowl football participants, high school basketball teams during their state championship tournament. The National Black Tennis Championship with players like Arthur Ashe. The court was next to Cooper Hall. Numerous high schools traveling to NC to participate in academic conferences. That building was considered fabulous when built in the EARLY fifties. The students attending A&T during that period had not been exposed to a modern facility like Scott Hall. But the great thing is that they enjoyed their experience of studying, play marathon card games, chug-a-lugging cheap booze, hiding the mattress of their best friend who was Sun Downing in their room, discussing social and political issues, and making plans for dating (or sponsoring) some girl. But it was a place for making life long friendships. Scott had worn out its usefulness and was demolished, but a lot of alums showed up for bricks. Two bullet riddled pieces are enshrine at the reflection pool. During that period of segregation campus living was the thing. Oh, incidentally someone mentioned barracks. The quad is where an Army post was located during WWII. When the Army shut down the post, A&T used the area before Scott Hall. Lutheran College (closed around 1965) used the mess hall for their dinning/mess hall. Don't denigrate history, embrace it. See and understand our journey.
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Post by oldschool on May 2, 2018 18:16:07 GMT -5
LOL, everybody has stories about Scott Hall , when I came to T , I stayed in Curtis . I remember asking why didn't they fix those broken bricks and was quickly educated on the history and why those bricks were chipped ,and they weren't going to ever be repaired . Then one night me and a buddy went in to try and find somebody ,we got lost and turned a corner and this big azz mofo yelled ,what the f**k you doing in here ,we hauled azz and I never went back in that year . Then I moved in Scott the next year ,the infamous card games ,the constant noise,brothers selling all kinds of food ,sleeping in a t-shirt with the window up during the winter ,I wouldn't trade those experiences for any thing .Does anybody remember that tree next to the sidewalk where everybody had to walk through to get across campus ,if a girl or girls walked by without speaking they would get cussed out , up one side and down the other. I too have a brick that I got when it was torn down .
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Post by marchingband1969 on May 2, 2018 19:11:49 GMT -5
dang!! you mofo's must not have grown up "po" like i did! i didn't have a problem whatsoever with the conditions in scott hall. hail, we didn't have an "air conditioner" at my house where i grew up in new bern. so it didn't bother me that i didn't have one in scott hall, i was used to it. hail, i was just happy as hail to get away from home and be on my own! party when i want to, come in when i want to, go where i want to go. lol, the conditions of scott hall were the least of my worries! i was too busy having fun! the only thing i worried about was when would mom's and pop's send me some money in the mail so that i could buy me a "bologna and cheese whopper" at the union snack bar when i got the munchies at night. aside from that, it was all good as far as i was concerned. shoot, living in scott hall didn't bother me one bit... Lol... I was thinking the same thing. I loved Scott Hall! I guess I was so glad to get the hell out of my country hometown and away from my parents, I would have lived anywhere. I spent four semesters and two summer schools in Scott and I never thought about not having shower curtains or phones in the room. People that grow up in the projects don't see all the problems associated with growing up in the projects. Back in the day guys that lived in Scott had a certain swagger about them. You had hundreds of brothers that looked out for you. It was our fortress and we protected it from outsiders and intruders....even several thousand heavily armed National Guards soldiers that showed up early one spring morning in 1969!
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Post by bseballaggie on May 2, 2018 20:39:45 GMT -5
LOL, everybody has stories about Scott Hall , when I came to T , I stayed in Curtis . I remember asking why didn't they fix those broken bricks and was quickly educated on the history and why those bricks were chipped ,and they weren't going to ever be repaired . Then one night me and a buddy went in to try and find somebody ,we got lost and turned a corner and this big azz mofo yelled ,what the f**k you doing in here ,we hauled azz and I never went back in that year . Then I moved in Scott the next year ,the infamous card games ,the constant noise,brothers selling all kinds of food ,sleeping in a t-shirt with the window up during the winter ,I wouldn't trade those experiences for any thing .Does anybody remember that tree next to the sidewalk where everybody had to walk through to get across campus ,if a girl or girls walked by without speaking they would get cussed out , up one side and down the other. I too have a brick that I got when it was torn down . I remember the The Tree of Knowledge, if you wanted to know the latest gossip, pickup a girl that was the place, most of them had to pass there, I also remem going onto the roof and throwing eggs at people that passed by at nite and throwing snowballs in the winter, I was on the corner of Scott B third floor and speaking of sleeping with the windows up, ll you had to sit in the room with the windows up during the winter.
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Post by Maxell on May 2, 2018 21:47:21 GMT -5
Man when I marched in the BGMM, 200 strong, we would march to and from practice everyday in between Scott and Cooper. The sound would be booming off those two buildings and folks would be lined up to see us come through. Folk hanging out of windows and on steps. Shorts and halter tops everywhere. Nothing like it!
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Post by AggiePride on May 3, 2018 8:18:08 GMT -5
Man when I marched in the BGMM, 200 strong, we would march to and from practice everyday in between Scott and Cooper. The sound would be booming off those two buildings and folks would be lined up to see us come through. Folk hanging out of windows and on steps. Shorts and halter tops everywhere. Nothing like it! I remember marching through there too, Doc would always have us crank a song!
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