Move in day

I remember this day all to well. You could tell what day it was based on how emotional my mom was. By the time move-out day arrived she was practically in shambles. A usual scenario I am sure, but throw in the fact I am moving 16 hours away and only commute home 3 - 4 times a year and that is a recipe for disaster (or for receiving phone calls every single day asking how you are and what you're doing).

My dad viewed the scenario more as though it was time to gain some responsibility, being thrown out into the real world. You know, becoming a man, putting hair on your chest, blah, blah, blah. For me it was a chance to make some stories (believe me, I have a ton of amazing, unbelievable stories with the photos to back them up), make some new friends and get an education and do what everyone is supposed to do.

Getting to campus was surreal. The University is much smaller than most (though a much larger one is just down the street) which is hard to believe considering the amount of vehicles they managed to cram into a parking lot that was easily 30% over capacity. My question is who the hell needs a UHaul to move into residence? Not even that, who the hell needs a chauffeur to move the crap from the UHaul to residence? And then it hit me, physically, my dad threw a suit case at me. So much for my chauffeur.

I was thrown into a double room on a floor that little did we know, would make campus history, break new records, break new rules (we managed to get our own new section in the campus rule book dictating that slip and slides in the hall, and hot tubs in the showering areas are forbidden. This was shortly after our don was fired - but that's for another story).

I was introduced to my room mate and my don for the first time.