I love my apartment. Besides the house I grew up in, it's the greatest place I've ever lived. However, living right on Beaver Avenue is something you can never quite fathom until you've experienced it.

When I'm forced to stay in on a Thursday night because of my Friday 9 a.m. class, I can always look out my bedroom window. I may be a ditzy blonde that finds enjoyment out of the most random things, but you'd be surprised how entertaining it can be.

Walking down the street on a Friday or Saturday night may give you a small glimpse into what it's like living on one of the busiest streets in State College, but it in no way prepares you for what goes on in my building.

A train track best describes what it feels like when someone comes rollin' up to the stop light in vehicles resembling those from MTV's Pimp my Ride. The walls shake, the windows rattle, and believe it or not things have actually fallen off the shelves in my bedroom.

Forget about going to bed early on football weekend, or even sleeping in for that matter - not that we would ever consider doing that. Trying to go to sleep before the bars close or the frat parties end is pointless because you'll just be woken up by the constant screaming on the streets.

Because of the location of my apartment, there really is never a dull moment during the weekend. We can all attest that watching drunk people make fools of themselves on the street corner never gets old.

My roommates and I have seen couples fight, guys fight and girls fight. Everything you can possibly imagine, we've seen it, including soft-core porn.

Believe me, trying to get through two kids making out in front of my building's door isn't exactly a situation I crave. There are the elusive chants that invade the streets of State College every football season. And you can hear "E-A-G-L-E-S EAGLES!!!!" and "Here we go Steelers, here we go!" echoing throughout my apartment from the streets below.

Then there are the fire trucks and ambulances and police sirens.

They're loud. Really, really loud. And they definitely aren't shy about blaring that siren of theirs at three in the morning.

And we all know that in State College false fire alarms are about as common as floofy skirts, so you can only imagine how many trucks come racing by each weekend.

As much as I complain and say all these annoyances can get old very, very fast you can't help but laugh about it. You realize that this is Penn State and it's never going to change. There are always going to be crazy kids walking the streets screaming about being Rick James or some other Comedy Central phrase.

My favorite time in State College is winter. Yes, I said it...I LOVE winter. Winter is the time that makes me realize how much I love my apartment and where it's located.

Looking out my bedroom window down the street after waking up to a night of falling snow is one of my favorite feelings and reminds me of Christmas morning.

The way the snow blankets the trees makes you forget about all the chaos that goes on throughout the weekend.

And when the morning is quiet and calm with barely any cars on the road and Old Main chimes in the distance, you forget that you woke up late and have to run to class.

I'm graduating in May and this is my last year in State College. I'll be glad to finally get out of this cornfield we call a university. But even with the fire trucks at 3 a.m. and rattling windows, I'll miss it.

I'll look back at my cute, little apartment on Beaver Avenue and laugh because this is the Penn State I love and I wouldn't change it for the world.