Hi, I’m Adam Marshall and I am privileged to say that I hail from the great town of Carmel, Ind. Oh, boy, do I love telling people that! I just like knowing that the girl in front of me realizes the many great characteristics that come with being from Carmel!

One of which being that I know everyone here at IU! Think I’m alone urinating on the fourth floor bathroom of the Geology building? Nope! I know Danny Watkins in the stall next to me, and Jerome Richardson, washing his hands (Jerome played football for Carmel High)!

Since I’m from Carmel, a girl could also muster up that I love Instagram! I wouldn't consider myself a “photographer,” but the fact that I attend a university with the same kids that I was born in the same hospital with, they’re always down to throw me a like! My past photos have consisted of overly filtered photos of my dogs, me chilling with some ladies, and a selfie in front of a couple making out at a party. And let me tell you something- they all have 100+ likes! Oh trust me, I know I kill it.

Life is hard though for a Carmelite. Really, it is! Rushing fraternities here at Indiana University was pretty tough when I only knew 43% of the kids in every house. I still have anxiety flashbacks of Freshman Welcome Week when I couldn't fit the popular girls from high school into my small McNutt dorm room due to dumb out-of-state girls occupying all the space! 

Oh, if you didn't think my life couldn't be any harder, let me tell you that it takes a whopping hour and ten minutes to drive home. I’m sorry, but it’s hard to fit that hour into your schedule when you have the many assignments that SPEA throws at you! Because of this, I only get to go home and experience homemade dinners once every three weeks! Gosh, do I miss home. 

Go, Colts and go Pacers! Ha I love Indy sports so much. I don’t know if you can’t already tell I love Indianapolis sports, but I will openly admit that I feel tingly sensations in my groin area when I see Peyton Manning. He is just the best. I can’t. I just can’t. Speaking of sports though, baseball sucks. And it’s not because the MLB is smart enough not to ruin their reputation in the sports world with placing a franchise in Indianapolis, it’s because baseball is boring! It’s not like baseball games are outdoors during the hottest months of the year and that a homeless dog probably could afford the cheapest of seats. Baseball is the worst, not me.

Wow, have I talked about myself too much? Wait, that isn't possible, I’m from Carmel! It’s not like I’m intimidated at all by kids who come to Indiana University from out-of-state. It’s not like they haven’t proved themselves in this world by going to a school, knowing close to no one, and thriving in Greek life. It’s not like they know where they are going later in life, unlike me though. I know exactly what’s in store for the upcoming years of my eventful life -- I’m moving back to Carmel. Bubble atmosphere, I’m coming home!