Chapter One: The Orientation

The Prologue

Hello there good readers,and I must apologize for yet another blog to read,but I believe the era of the Monkey World to be over,and while this series of adventures that are academic,ridiculous,heartwarming and who knows what else do indeed fit. That blog was an era of too much business to post regularly,readership that only fell,and absolutely no sense of narrative (HUMPH!). And while many of the old things written in the profile are still true,they do not fit well. The crazy hermit-guy of old,is now the unpredictable recluse with quite the skillz! But enough of that,you say? Your right the arc must begin!

Chapter One: The Orientation

It was a  light and sunny day,the suitcases were packed and all went according to plan. The dinner was fantastic (the irony coming later),the good-bye was heartfelt,...enough and then came the ugly part.It started the minute,the very minute with absolutely no remorse when the Volkswagen rolled into Oakland Airport where yours truly was to take off. Only Dad,being the musician he is,insisted on arriving far too early and terrible results. And then things went beyond the impossible when we had the misfortune to sit near a crying baby that would not (could not?) cannit for 5 hours straight. Then off and away in a rental car from D.C. to campus where I was to unpack into what appeared to be a big shelf. For the rest of that week,it was all but adjusting and acclimatizing to everything,including my roomie. His name is Philip Smith but he's not the generic every-Mormon from Utah. Nope he's a buff black guy who highlights as a soldier of the army but we cool. I had no choice but to use my camera to take pictures (maybe when I get the thing to work on the computer I can get on some pictures).The rest of the highlights include getting acquainted with everyone and a dance. 

Oh I can't do this anymore,I can't remember every detail at this point and it's killing the narrative. The next chapter of this tale awaits.