Monday, June 15, 2009
College Day 1
I didn't go to freshman orientation. I didn't interview my college, and I didn't go on no goddam tour. First time I laid eyes on campus I was living on it; I brought my box of clothes and my box of records (the majority of which were copies of Leave Home and Road to Ruin...one was never enough back then) and
a notebook to fill up with letters writing my girlfriend every day how
much I loved her and missed her and that we'd, of course, always be
together. Poor Sistatime!! had to accompany my little brother up the
stairs while we took the elevator cause he was scared shitless of the
elevator. This was of course back in the day when you could turn you 13
year-old daughter loose on a college campus with a 4 year-old boy
without worrying. I dropped my two boxes on the floor and looked around
at my new digs: 4 gray cement walls, 10 strories up. My mother was
standing in the doorway for about a split second before my father popped
his head in, said "looks good, let's go" and that was that. And since I
was doing work study, I was there a few days before pretty much
everyone else on my floor; save for "Wolf" who spent the evening telling
me that he got his nickname cause he always got caught fucking all his
friend's girlfriends. Sweet.
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