I'll never forget Freshmen year's move-in day. I had the stomach flu and couldn't make it to school until the night of the day when everyone else had arrived. So my floormates from hell had already started to HS clique it up and had already begun to tear each other down by the time I arrived many hours after they had. What a floor that was. I was miserable, and most of them were so mean. I still smile to think of the days that I walked into the lounge with Nick F. The harpees had a field day each time wondering who he was and why he was with me--it gave Nick the creeps and made him feel like he was in "The Birds." Senior year at the Idle, I ran into one of my few nice floormates from that year, and she said how she wished that she hadn't stayed with that floor through Junior year, because they all turned on her late Sophomore year. What a heat flash of memories that year and that floor brings back. Thank God that your floor, Erie and Ontario were mere steps away! And thank God for my living choices the next 3 years (other than Dark Star's fleas from Sr. year!)!