Chapin. Chapin.  It has a certain ring to it.  The ring of absolute and divine perfection.  That's right.  All other dorms can only dream of achieving the state of mind-blowing transcendence that we have realized in ourselves through the slave labor of our infinitely excellent minds.  Yes. YES. All other dorms and the puny mortals that inhabit them have nothing against us.  NO.  WE WILL CRUSH THEM WITH OUR DEPRESSING POETRY, WE WILL BLIND THEM WITH OUR AWKWARDNESS, WE SHALL DESTROY EVERY OUNCE OF THEIR BEING WITH OUR MIND-BOGGLING GREATNESS.  BWAHAHAHAHAHAH.  BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA. HAHAH.. HA.. ha.. um.  Sorry.  Got carried away there. 

But seriously, Chapin is pretty darn cool and you will have a jolly good time.  We even have a history (full of mystery and intrigue?), a (corrupt and authoritarian?) government, and even fellows (deep and life-changing conversations over Willard steak fries?).  Sounds good, eh?  I told you. I WAS RIGHT ALL ALONG, I... erm.  Sorry.  Do proceed.

(Chapin Hall apologizes for the site-designer's outbursts.  She has been locked in a small cage in the Chapin attic, and shall never be seen or heard from again).