Back in 2014 as a freshman at the University of Delaware I felt like I had so much time in front of me. Four years seemed like an eternity and I had the world (Newark) at my fingertips. Move in day freshman year was the start of the best year of my life and I didn't even know it.
I was moving into Dickinson Hall, one of the oldest and grossest dorms on campus. My room was 11 feet by 11 feet and I was about to share a bunk bed with a girl who I had only met once (bunk bed pictured below). You could say I was slightly nervous but also incredibly excited. I was ready for college.
My freshman floor was the most interesting mix of people. With approximately 40 eighteen-year-olds living together in such a small space, there was always something interesting going on. I felt like I was in a reality T.V. series most of the time.
Despite our differences, we all struggled through freshmen year together. We endured no air conditioning throughout the sticky summer months (note three fans in the picture below). We showered in the small, unsanitary showers. We stressed over our first college exams.
We went to our first college parties together, in a heard of course, and dealt with the aftermath of our bad decisions. We convinced one another to go out when it was definitely not necessary, but those were the nights that are most memorable.
But we also helped each other through real life problems. I found some of my best friends within those moldy walls of Dickinson and they are still my best friends today as I enter my spring semester of senior year (yikes). So thank you Dicky B3 for giving me memories and friends to last a lifetime.