WWU Eng 101 Review My Place
Six-Twelve
WWU’s Men’s Rugby House
Six-Twelve is the WWU Men’s Rugby Clubhouse. Its purpose is for after the games, the Men’s Rugby team will gather and have a social together. I mean specifically the Rugby team. They will kick out anyone not on the team during the social. It is a very high testosterone area, so if you’re not on the team and don’t care for being around that much testosterone, you would not like this place and will be asked to leave nicely, if you
don’t take the hint then you will be forcibly removed as it is still private property.
The reason why I like this place is not because of the physical building. But for the socials and for knowing that no matter what, as I am a player for the WWU Men’s Rugby Team, I have a couch to sleep on and a roof over my head if I get kicked out of my current living arrangements.
The Socials are quite simple, the team and if the other team we played that day feels like sticking around they will also come and gather at the house, after we go home and clean ourselves up. During the social we will drink, sing, have a fun time together as a team, even if some of us are not of age to legally drink yet. The point of the social isn’t to get drunk but to celebrate the win or try to get over the loss that day. In the end we do it because it has been a tradition in Rugby for over a Century.
The social is a place of freedom and choice which is one reason I really enjoy it. Not everybody shows up on time or at all, it is not a required event by the team you choose to attend, and you choose how much you want to drink from none to blacked out, and if you drove there, you don’t have to worry because it’s fine to crash on one of the three couches, two in the living room, and on on the roof.
The house itself is not particularly nice. Usually the floor is coated in a layer of dried up beer and other alcoholic beverages. WIth holes in the walls and old stairs leading up to the level where the guys who live there, sleep. The space that we fill during the social is confined to a living room and “dining area”, a table covered in schoolwork pushed aside to make room for a game of beer pong played with water or other drinking games that we will take part in. Near the front of the room rests the TV and sound system which we play music through, typically E.D.M, which has come to be more quiet due to noise complaints from nearby neighbors. On both sides of the TV rest shelves filled with fancy bottles and artefacts that the Old Boys (older guys on the team) will use to help share the history of our club, mainly including a prosthetic leg with a cleat on it called “The Boot”, and a plastic pig wearing a blonde wig with the name Grenelda painted on it.
In the end, Six-Twelve is not a place for sightseeing or random wandering. It’s pretty exclusive, and is only appealing to a small group of people, but there is no other place that I would want to spend my Saturday nights at. At Six-Twelve I feel safe and comfortable enough to break outside my shell and be more sociable which is huge for me because I’m more introverted than extroverted.