Ten years ago this week, I started college. We had planned to fly up on Thursday, September 13, but given the events of the preceding Tuesday we packed the Explorer and, with my two Northwestern-bound high school friends, caravanned from Atlanta to Evanston instead to get to New Student Week on time. (The upside of this was that packing for a car is much easier than packing for a plane.)
Earlier in the summer I had received a letter with my future roommate’s name and mailing address. I immediately wrote her a letter about myself, told her what my yahoo email address was and enclosed a picture of myself from senior prom (with my then-boyfriend cut out of it). When she referenced Tommy Boy in her emailed response (which I no longer have. Drat!), I knew we’d get along just fine.
This photo was likely taken on Sunday the 17th as our parents were about to leave us on our own for the first time and head back home to Georgia/Michigan less one child. Our equally enthusiastic cheesy thumbs-ups show that we were a match from the start — our folks didn’t have to worry about a thing. 501 4evr!