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Home at Last! |
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Written by Andrew Freye
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Thursday, 18 May 2006 |
 It feels so good to finally be home after another long year in the dorm. No more wearing flip flops into a shower, no more community toilets, no more sleeping with ear plugs, no more term papers, no more exams, no more resident assistant responsibilities, no more phone calls at 3 am, no more drunks banging on your door, no more “can you let me into my room, I lost my key” complaints, NO MORE SCHOOL! Well at least until September.
 | | View from outside of car. |
After a long, but fun trip out to California for a weekend to hit up stop number one in the NORBA Championship Series, exams started right up the day after I got back. To clear this up I got back from California late Sunday night and finals started Monday. After a couple longs days of finals and little sleep school was over. However, this didn’t mean I was free to move back home for the summer. One of my jobs that I enjoy so much is being a resident assistant in the dorms. One of our never ending responsibilities is to stay in the dorms until everyone leaves the building. This meant hanging around until Saturday afternoon and checking residents out of the dorms.
 | | View from driver’s seat looking to passenger’s seat. |
You would think checking out of a dorm would be a fairly easy process, well for some idiots it isn’t. Checking out of the dorm consists of removing everything from the room besides the university furniture and making sure the room is clean. I don’t know how many residents would come up to me asking if they could be checked out. After walking up to their room (in some cases going up 8 stories) to find their room was filled with trash and other personal belongings. After telling residents time after time the basic rules of checking out I just gave up. If a room wasn’t cleaned I was fine with it. I would just fill out a work form for their room to be cleaned and in a couple weeks they are going to get a nice big bill.
 | | Calm morning in Mount Vernon on Rt. 41. |
Packing up my room consisted of putting it off until the last minute. Usually one starts planning ahead, boxing things up, and throwing away stuff not needed and so on. This wasn’t the case for me though. I called up a friend and the two of us started throwing everything into random boxes and piling it into my parent’s Explorer. I had the Explorer completely packed full, and the roof top carrier was packed to the max as well. That car was fuller then a poor man leaving an all you can eat buffet. I couldn’t see out the rear view mirror, and I could barely see out the passenger side mirror.
 | | Top of Tower Road in Mount Vernon. |
So with a car filled with stuff from school my first week of summer vacation was spent unpacking, cleaning, and making an attempt to somewhat repack my belongings in an organized fashion. Besides the responsibility of unpacking my only other obligations for the rest of the summer are eat, sleep, bike, nap, and repeat. It’s a good life and its going to be a great summer! Ahhhh finally home!
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; "View from outside of car.")
; "View from driver’s seat looking to passenger’s seat.")
; "Calm morning in Mount Vernon on Rt. 41.")
; "Top of Tower Road in Mount Vernon.")
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