First Things First

     I am a Freshman at UIC (University of Illinois at Chicago). For everyone 40 and over: Circle Campus. I am a Chemistry Major and just moved in on Wednesday. I'm strange, and you'll learn to get over it. Okay, the boring part is done.
     So, move-in was interesting. Plenty of other people were shoving every single bit of their belongings into a large bin on wheels. Housing staff were everywhere, moms were crying, and dads were carrying armfuls of their daughters' clothes... which were dragging on the ground. My dad decided to invest in this little industrial cart to help us. We managed everything in one trip.
  
(awkward 9 hour lull of books, financial aid, and nothing-ness)

     Soon after, my cluster mates (similar to roommates, just more of them) and I started playing the card game slaps (or egyptian rat-screw for you politically correct people).As we spent our time playing cards, we ate snacks. One snack in particular was a six pound bag of gummy bears that my mother had bought at Costco. I don't see them lasting for a whole week.
     One of our cluster mates was not there at the time. His name is Jackson Hill. We were all under the assumption that he was a big black dude. I remember walking into the lounge to see a skinny white kid playing the guitar. "Hi, I'm Jack", he said. It took a while for me to realize that this was Jackson.