Memory Lane...

With all the moving in on campus that has already occurred, and the anticipation for the rest, I find myself becoming a little nostalgic--all the way back to the day I moved into Kresge 210 four short years ago...

My hometown is nearly 4 hours away from Simpson, and most families with a drive like that would come down the night before, stay in a hotel, and get up Saturday morning at a normal hour to move their student into the dorms. Ohhhh no, not us, it was a 'morning-of' adventure. And, I am obsessed with being on time, so I insisted that we leave before the sun came up. After lots of whining, stomping around, and stubbornness, my dad finally gave in. Only 30 minutes into our drive, I realized this might not have been the best idea, but of course I wasn't going to admit that! I just kept drinking Mountain Dew and trying to stay on the road.

Finally, we arrived without any major drama. It was like eleventy-billion degrees and so humid I could have swam across campus. Like the smarty I am, I forgot all of the registration information, hadn't read anything, was totally clueless and had to try to figure out who to talk to to get my combination to my room--which doesn't seem like a big deal, but I was pretty shy and the thought of asking for help ALREADY was terrifying. Yeah, off to a really great start. Eventually, I sucked it up, was pointed in the right direction by some nice people, and within minutes was through the door to my new room--Ahhhh Heaven! It was a nice big room with larger than usual windows--even if it were falling apart at the seams I probably wouldn't have cared, I was just really excited to be out of the house, doing my own thing!!

Then the unloading began. Again, like the smarty I am, I thought flip flops would be a practical choice to move the life I had spent 18 years acquiring from my car to the room up two flights of stairs and at the farthest end of the building. Whatever, again, I can handle it because I am stubborn and know that my tennis shoes are buried under most everything and refuse to admit I made a mistake and need help--there's a theme here. (**A little hint: don't wear flip flops on move in day or you, too, will have stubbed toes and be cursing yourself all day long!)

Long story short, the stuff finally made it from the cars to the room, my roomate showed up, we arranged our room, had it all figured out, and it was pretty uneventful, until....

The Futon. My roomate brought the futon, and our dads were trying to figure out how to put it together. I stole my dad to help me with something, and all of the sudden, her dad is bleeding and somehow had put a screw or something in his hand (my memory is a little fuzzy, this was a long time ago) and needed a bandaid or six like, now!

After that, though, things calmed down. We made at least two or three trips to Walmart, went to the events that were scheduled for the afternoon, and finally the family took off for home. It was, at the very least, a pretty exciting day--which is why I am looking forward to this Saturday when the rest of our first year students move in. Certainly there will be stories to tell... :)

Good luck packing!