Introduction Interruption When I first met Cory and Paul, they were unpacking their video game machinery, crates of Power Aid (what kind of a beverage name is that, anywho?) and naked girly pictures. I greeted their pairs of parents with friendly handshakes, and they all responded with long island and boston accents. As I retreated to my new room, I said something that I will always regret:

"Okay! I am going to go start putting up posters now! We'll have plenty of time to get to know each other over the next year I'm sure! Later!"

I don't know if it was my excessive use of exclamation marks as we parted or just a cruel turn of fate, but we never actually got to know each other as my parting promised. After sharing a bathroom for a year, I still can't tell Paul from Cory, Long Island from Boston, or Has A Girlfriend from Plays Football.

Perhaps every hall comes standard with a mystery resident pair, or perhaps the high expectations of that parting can be blamed-- either way, I regret not staying in their room long enough to learn how to tell them apart. It is still very awkward when I have to cough out a muttered "paury" or "coral" into my guilty hands.  ¶ 10:28 AM