Social Event

In many ways the first week of school has passed with not so much as a fleeting glance. The faces, the names and the places have melted together in an elaborate web that i have yet to decipher. Most of the people I spend time with are my neighbors on the fourth floor of Race dormitories. I was surprised at how quickly we got accustomed to each other’s antics and rituals. On our first official Friday night of our first official weekend at Drexel, we decided to fit as many people as physically possible into a living room and take it to the extreme playing old school 90s music and card games. What can I say, we know how to live it up. Nevertheless, among the spontaneous dance moves, outbursts of laughter and competition for who can balance a spoon on their nose the longest, I realized that these people after a week were becoming more than neighbors and classmates. The conversation was no longer centered around generic questions about majors and hometowns. Even the jokes had somehow passed into the realm of inside jokes. One by one people began leaving and going to bed. However being college kids tasting freedom for the first time, we decided to get a little ambitious and stage a Survival of the Fittest test to see who could stay up long enough to see the sun rise. Somewhere between 4 and 5 am I fell asleep on a terrible couch with someone’s elbow in my face amidst a tower of dvds, video games, water bottles, and an assortment of things I couldn’t even process in my sleep deprived state of mind. I felt right at home.