I've finally made it.  As I sit in my dorm room getting ready for my first college class a few things come to mind. 

First and foremost, how on earth am I going to live in a room the size of a pantry for the next year?  All I have to call my own is a twin size bed (which doesn't fit my 5'11" frame), a small desk, and one small Atlanta Braves poster.  It is going to take a little getting used to, to say the least.  After I get over my material shortages, it finally hits me.  No matter what possessions I gain in my future, there is one thing I will never have for the rest of my life: someone telling me to wake up from my nap and clean my room.  Hallelujah!  This pantry I am sitting in will be the home to countless episodes of beer-filled football, late-night sleepovers, worry-free naps, and maybe, if I have time, a little schoolwork.  I think I'll get used to this pretty quickly.  Now I have to go meet my neighbors.  Its fairly odd to think these kids will be my friends for the next few years, and I don't even know them.  I'm sure it will all turn out fine, as long as I can get over the nasally New York accent.  Here we go.