Freshmen Joey Royer and Joseph Ivan have more in common than their first names.
When my brother and I were home for Easter, my mom welcomed us with bowls of Raisin Bran and big mugs of decaffeinated tea, long hugs that started with her telling us how good it was to have us home, even just for 24 hours, and that ended with a kiss on the cheek. She let my brother fall asleep in the recliner and let me take the last granola bar in the pantry. She bent the old rules and put our dishes in the dishwasher for us when we, so used to dining halls and drive-thrus, forgot. But she had one firm request of us before we headed back to Oxford: Stop by the house.
Ian Banks is always surprised when people ask what it is that he chose to have etched into his forearm with permanent ink.
Brandon Fogel darts around Pearson 128, setting up the next improv game by fielding suggestions from the audience. He is boisterous and charismatic, talking to the audience as if they were his old friends. His sharp wit and quick jabs at random spectators only add to this feeling.
Hobbs started off the meeting by walking around the room with another member on staff. Forty college students surrounded them.
Cutouts from fashion magazines scatter the walls. A light board softly brightens a dimly lit bedroom. Dozens of professional quality, hand-drawn illustrations of people and emotions clutter the desk, floor and walls. And the sound of electronic music blares from the speakers on the wall.
For Gaby Fleming, move-in day came a bit later than the rest of the incoming freshmen.
The crowd was on their feet as the timer counted down, forcing the game into the first overtime. Miami was playing St. Cloud State, and the game was close: 2-2.
"I just love being upside-down," Sierra Whittemore said.
Leaning forward in his chair, light blue ball cap settled over his shoulder length brown hair, Garrett places his hand on the brown, wooden, circular table in front of him.
The sign above his door reads "Riley Docherty, Regional Manager." And the sign outside the building reads "Dunder Mifflin"
Quiet hours have long since fallen upon Emerson Hall. The door to room 53 swings open slowly and out walks freshman Will Geers.
For a large guy, Jake Schultz drives a tiny car.
The pair strolls through Central Quad and everyone's heads turn to stare as they pass. The girl looks so content.
When people first talk to Justin Heintz, most of them pick up on his accent. But very few know where it came from.
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