Adventures in College: The Orientation (Day 1)

I went to Michigan last week.

I went for a college orientation.

I’ve decided to go to the Minnesota School of Cosmetology.

I plan on majoring in Philosophy.

As well as a minor in Criminal Justice.

Yet, for some crazy reason, my college orientation took place in Marquette, Michigan, one of the ugliest towns I have ever laid eyes on.

I mean, come on, there’s like barely any pollution at all.  As an American(!), I feel ashamed.

Either way, as I stepped onto the NMU campus on that Monday morning, I made a few choice observations.

I promise, that's supposed to look like walking, not like...

You know.

We made our way to the check-in desk so I could, well, check in.  My parents went right in behind me, only to be shocked at a strange revelation.

I had to check them in.

I did it like a true responsible adult.

After this, I took my duffel bag into the dorm room where I would be staying for the next three days, and I trusted Mom and Dad enough to do the same.

That night, after the first big welcome bash, the students and parents separated (Luckily, I could tell I was embarrassing those two), and we broke into smaller groups where we got to meet each other on a more personal note.

I’m not kidding about any of these, either.  After introductions, we played your typical College Orientation games (If You Really Knew Me, Two Truths and a Lie, Duck Duck Goose) and then ate some ice cream.  Yummy!

It was about this time when I started making friends.

That night, I took a quick stop in my dorm room to drop some of my extra free—uh, “no extra charge” shit off in my dorm room.  I expected to meet my roommate at about this time.

The room was empty.  My roommate, and his stuff were either invisible, or not there yet.

I had no roommate.

I shrugged it off, and my group (That’s right, we had a group, I was part of a group I AM POPULAR) went for a walk around campus.

At midnight.

For a very long time, nothing eventful really happened.  I found out that I have swag.

I never told them.  I just let them think I am a stud.

Which I am.

We got back at about 1:30, so I walked off to my dorm room to go to bed.

Okay, so maybe it was a bit more like:

You're right.  I'm boring.  You guys see right through me.