
After the game, we marched through the tunnel and up the hill to Laws Hall , my first residence in Columbia. I used to peer out this window and wonder what the world had waiting for me after getting out of school. Now all I think about is how do I get back! ... Isn't life weird ;-)

I even got to harass the current occupant of 321 Laws Hall, my former living space.
Me: "Hey, this used to be my room."
321 man: "Oh, yeah? Long time ago, huh?
Me scowling: "Um ... yeah."
He called it as he saw it: Some nutty, middle-aged interloper interrupting his study time. What kind of nerd studies on a Saturday afternoon, anyway? I wonder if he relayed the story to his roommate?