Walk into my dorm room, and you might find something surprising.

Your look of shock might have something to do with its perpetual neatness or the abnormal amount of 12-packs of Diet Coke I have stashed under my bed. Or it might be that 24-inch-by-36-inch poster of Hanson on my wall.

This poster is not an act of mockery or cynicism. The truth is, Hanson is one of my favorite bands.

Sadly, my love for Hanson has not been nurtured since the band's heyday in 1997. Of course, I clearly remember that golden year. As my favorite radio station, B-94, blasted the same Hanson song every hour, I had a Nano Pet in my pocket and a stack of Babysitters Club books to read. Yep, life was good.

Soon, though, the '90s faded into the new millennium, and suddenly it was all about learning the choreography to "Bye Bye Bye" and sending fan mail to Justin Timberlake -- at least, that's what I was doing.

Sometime during my senior year in high school, though, I got a sudden, strange urge. Something told me I needed to check out Hanson's latest offerings to the music scene. What had they been doing for the past eight years? Acting on my impulse, I checked out a copy of Hanson's 2004 album Underneath from the library.

After listening to the CD once, I was in love with Isaac, Taylor and Zac Hanson all over again. Their new sound was more refined, more mature and definitely more pleasing to the ears than Taylor's pubescent shrieks à la 1997's Middle of Nowhere.

Since then, I've pursued my interest in the band in earnest. I persuaded my dad to drive me to Cleveland -- two-and-a-half hours away from my humble hometown near Pittsburgh -- to see a Hanson concert in 2005. I won a contest and met the guys in person. I've even expanded my wardrobe to include five Hanson T-shirts (Watch for me around campus -- I'm totally stylin').

And of course, there's that Hanson poster hanging on my wall that always draws curious looks. "Is that really a ... Hanson poster?" visitors ask incredulously. "Why yes, yes it is," I answer, with just a tinge of embarrassment.

In the 11 years since my introduction to those long-haired, girly looking boys, my life has certainly changed. My Nano Pet has been broken and thrown away, and my reading selections usually contain better plots than the mishaps of a group of 13-year-old babysitters.

But at 19 years old, I can still be found jamming to Hanson.

I realize this column will probably make the masses laugh at the absurdity of liking such an embarrassing pop trio from the late '90s, but make this a lesson. Everyone should take a trip down memory lane, just as I did a couple of years ago. Reconnect with old favorites, whether they're from the '90s or otherwise. Remember those good times and good tunes -- because really, in an mmmbop, they're gone.

Stephanie Goga is a sophomore majoring in journalism and a visual arts reporter for The Daily Collegian. Her e-mail address is scg5025@psu.edu.