by Steve Maxon

So where was I?  I do believe that Jeremy and Gregg had just returned to Jeremy's room to try to break the news to Tom, while I, with S. Scott and Tim, valiantly watched SportsCenter.

The time was 6:40 PM when a giddy Gregg and a joyous Jeremy bounced into the lounge to share their good fortune.  It seemed Gregg, impatient with his future roommate's lack of nerve, just came out and said, "J-Dawg and I want to room together next year."  According to the new duo, Tom took this well, saying that sometimes it's good to change and that he understood completely.

I walked back to my room in lieu of descending to the main lounge for the main event.  I passed the aforementioned Tom in the vicinity of the water fountain.  "Hey," I uttered.  A dejected Long Islander, indeed a shell of his former self, answered me with, "Hey, Steve," as he shuffled down the hallway to - as far as I could tell - eternal rest.  The night was still young.

Gary was nowhere to be found, said those still in the lounge!  It was now 6:50 and time to go down and get a seat!  Was he hiding from the facts?  Was he off in the woods, hanging from an oak tree?  Was he in the gym practicing his garbage 3-point shot, while cursing the very name of Gregg and vowing to look into that santeria voodoo stuff?  No one knew.  We descended the staircase, though we were not nude.

By the way, two great quotes:
"I have a great track record, though I am not a horse."
"He hit the pavement with a splat, like a garbage bag filled with pea soup."

Moving on.....a large group of those from the 3rd floor of Shenawana Hall had assembled for the room draw, all ready to reclaim the glorious floor for its redemption in the next school year.  But for the unpaid Tom and the prodigal Gary, most everyone was set up.  Unfortunately, some people still had not paid; namely, the roommate of a certain Chris Moisio.  Josh is his name, and though he has spent maybe two nights here all semester, he still wanted in for next year.  "I'll be there at 7 with the money," he said.  He lied.  Complicating the problem was that my new roommate had also not paid...and the roommate of the only non-RA senior living there had not also.

"Do any of you big groups want to live on a floor together?," the RD said.  "3rd Floor," we bellowed, raising our hands in a symphony of motion and grace.  "Too bad," he said, "we can't do that.  Just wanted to let everyone know.  If you guys don't get it, at least you'll know who to blame."  Indeed.  It soon became evident that the 3rd floor would not fit a group of our immense magnitude, and somewhere along the line, a decision was made to move to the basement. There were six rooms worth of us.  Three of the six made it to the basement, through picks or trickery.  One of the six was stuck on 3rd floor, and as far as I know, still is.  Then there was me, and there was Moisio.

There were no more open rooms in the basement...in fact, there were no more open rooms period.  This meant that we got to pick any freshman room and evict their sorry rumps.  However, there were rules as to which we could evict: namely, we couldn't evict all 3 from the basement.....in fact, only one could be removed.  Would it be me, or would it be Moisio???

TO BE CONTINUED . . .

Part Three

NHS Speech

"My View" Editorial

The October Surprise
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|  11  |  12  |  Final Bell  |

Journey to Jersey II
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Journey to Jersey I
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An Epic Saga
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Freshman Room Draw
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