I have always found the way that decisions are made in this coop to be very cool. Yes democracy is a very messy process, but it is the closest thing to everyone getting what they want. We tried voting Henry as our Supreme Chancellor but that did not last very long. He was quickly overthrown by the rest of the house. We found democracy worked better. Henry was a terrible leader, despite of how handsome he is. He didn't even give any passionate speeches. Voting as a house is much better form of house government. Most of the time the house votes unanimously or nearly so; however, there are still times that discussions get heated. Even when meetings turn sour I still am glad to see democracy take its course.
My second year in the house during the naked calendar shoot we all decided we wanted to paint one of the rooms with our butt prints and sign them, after which we proceeded to continue stripping down naked and pairing basically every parts of our bodies while drinking way to much. The whole house was covered in body paint as was everyone involved and it made for a great bonding experience. After the photo shoot was done I ended up falling asleep before taking a shower and had to go to class all the next day covered in multicolored paint and explain to everyone I ran into why, including my entire German class first thing in the morning.
Thus far, my fondest memory of Ohaus was the day that I met the man who would later star as the subject for a vast majority of my stories told to my future grandchildren, employers, and wives. This man was inhuman. He was a God amongst men. He was the epitome of what every college-age man strived to be. His name was Ben--and Ben could chug beer. Whether he was taking it slow by only double-fisting two Labatt's at 4:00p.m. on a Monday, or conserving his appetite for his weekly routine of chugging a 90 oz. glass boot full of it, he would always exude a sense of epic confidence and rage. I remember back when we were at an MSU football game against UofM, Ben had failed to stand on his two feet while on the bleachers. He fell backwards and landed on the leg of the young lady behind him, ultimately spraining her ankle. Ben was a decent guy--and would have apologized--but at this time Ben could not even speak fluent English. This was all due to his love for beer. Ben held the record for the quickest time for chugging 90 oz. of beer in all the land. During a Judo match, only after a month of knowing Ben, I witnessed him successfully tap out a Silverback gorilla while drinking an entire Rolling Rock--and he didn't spill a drop. I hope I continue to have the privilege of witnessing these superhuman events of Ben. I can only hope my future children will amount to even a fraction of what Ben has proven to be--a hero. Ben will always have the need for another beer, but it's the respect and admiration he has for beer that provides us with the lesson of how to treat others. Do not take others for granted--especially when it comes to beer.
24 Members (10 Singles and 7 Non-Singles)
Once the Theta Psi fraternity house, this building, at 501 M.A.C., was sold to a group of private individuals in 1971. It was turned into a boarding house, with one big area and several small rooms, many with kitchens. It became a co-op in 1973, after being purchased by SHC, and was named Tralfamadore, after the planet in Kurt Vonnegut's book, Slaughterhouse Five. Due to the house's poor condition, SHC decided to start fresh by renaming the house Orion in 1988 after Dr. Orion Ulrey, an Agricultural Economics Professor and adviser for many of the early student co-ops who helped found Hedrick House. After one year as a graduate co-op in 1989, it was opened for general membership. In 1993, the first floor was renovated and a deck was built, and in 1995 the third floor was renovated, making it a fine cooperative house. In September of 1996, members changed the co-op's name to NASA. This didn't last long—during the summer of 1997, the members restored Orion as the name of the house.