To start:
Orientation
This is one of the few Pictures I have from orientation. It is my Friend Paul with the very fist girl we met in our Post-High School lives. It always amazed me about how the people you meet at orientation you will actually know throughout college. Like Marky Marky. He was the second dude we met at orientation and since the first one was also named Mark, he became Marky Mark. We would always tell each other about Marky Mark sighting for the next four years until one time at a party we walked in and Evan said "Hey Marky Mark is here!" and he came up to us and said verbatim "Don't call me that".The story of my orientation took me to a party at the Box house which 2 years later I would move into. The pistons had just won game 3 of the NBA finals and I did my first straight pull of vodka. I also blacked out and dropped trou in the middle of the party. Eventually I ended up in this position.
I had to be driven back to my sisters house, which was only 6 houses up the block. I was woken up at 7:30 lying on a tile bathroom floor and covered in my own vomit. I didn't even have time to go back to East Quad because my enrollment appointment was at 8AM on North Campus. I showed up smelling of alcohol and covered in puke, the advisor took one look at me and sighed.On the way home from orientation, I knew that I was going to have a hell of a next 4 years.
