As I mentioned earlier, I spent 6 years at UMD. I really enjoyed the anonymity of being at a large school. You can make a fool out of yourself and no one will know your name (except your friends and if they're good friends, they won't care). That's not to say I made a habit of embarrassing myself (not counting the many times I tried to pull a 'push' door and vice versa in the downtown skywalk ).

I lived on campus the entire time I was in college. The dorms and dining center were horrid (aren't they always?). Now the apartment was cool, especially when my roommate (Michelle) and I finally moved into the 2-person one. I've had fairly good luck with roommates, except for two. The first bad one was my first roommate in my freshmen year. As I told everyone later, we were incompatable. I'm a Capricorn, she was a beauty queen. Anyway I ended up moving out rather suddenly on November 1st., 1991.

Coincidentally, the weekend I was evicted by Miss Richfield (which there after I spelled with a 'B') was also the weekend of Megastorm. I was there, I lived to tell the tale. After I became settled into my new digs, life improved greatly and so did the number of fires in the building. I, fortunately, was not the cause. Although my friends did cause a lot of mischief.

Don't ask me why, but I lived in the same dorm (now nick-named the Towering Inferno) my second year of school. I had the same roommate the whole year and we got along pretty well. Things hadn't changed all that much, I still ran with the same crowd. The building was still plagued by fires.

But change is the essence of life and so I changed. I made more friends in my college, including my future roommate, Michelle. Money got short, so I started donating plasma. It's not as bad as it sounds and I was able to do a lot of leisure reading. I became more adventurous with the new friends I acquired. My friends and I had more adventures and offended a few people along the way.

Finally Michelle and I got sick of communal living and bad cafeteria food. So in our infinite wisdom, we decided to move into one of the on-campus apartments our third year in college. It's nice to know exactly what is in the food you're eating and how old it is. Well, living in an apartment, we soon found it was necessary to go grocery shopping if we wanted to eat. It's not easy going shopping for food via a city bus, but you do learn what you do and don't absolutely need. Then in a later year one of our good friends bought a car and took us shopping with him. It was on one of those trips that we met the mayor.

In our little group we were the only ones that had cable, so everyone came to our place to watch Bablyon 5. It was during an episode of B5 that we went looking for ghosts.

I think the most memorable thing that ever happened was the day we flooded the lab. And it wasn't really our fault, after all, the professor left the five of us alone and without any idea of what we were supposed to be doing. That little adventure still gets mentioned in his class I hear, so there's our immortality. My memory will live on long after I've graduated.