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So "orientation" has been interesting. I've now learned to identify several types of street drugs although the extended discussion of "'srhooms" was too funny for words. Am I ready to live with 125 young women? Absolutely not. Is this going to be a fly by the seat of your pants learning operation? It's beginning to look that way. The best line of orientation, by far, was "While we like to run a professional outfit here, you don't have to come in suits tomorrow. However, please do not come in togas." There's a story there and I think Zahm Hall knows all about it.
The furniture update: As many know I had no furniture when I moved in. My bed came Tuesday. I asked about a desk for my room yesterday and was told that if they could find one I could have it. Aren't we on a university campus? Shouldn't there be an overabundance of desks? So I continue to live out of my rubbermaid boxes.