I counted, walking along the second floor corridor, which smelled like old gym socks and Axe body spray. After piling everything into the car, we trudged into the entrance of Marks Hall, where I would be spending the next eight months of my life.Ģ03. My parents and I had spent the better half of the day trying to get everything an eighteen year old would need for his first year.
It had been a chaotic day of last minute shopping at Target. In fact, I can still remember my freshman year vividly. Most people don't have good experiences with their roommates in college.