My official first day.

With no students around, college undergoes a transformation. It changes from the place it really is to the place our parents think it is. The buildings have an air of austere majesty now that drunken guys aren't trying to urinate on them. The green lawns roll on for hundreds of yards, unspoiled by cashed joints or used condoms. The place with the highest concentration of people is the library.
And in the middle of this I carry out my monk-like existence, surviving on tortillas, cheese, Boca Burgers and Raisin Nut Bran sipped out of a mug (no bowls or spoons). My car (or "my" car), whose name is now Bruce the Funky Jesusmobile (ask me about that) is definitely going to help. The "Check Engine" light seems to be permanently on, which doesn't do much for my confidence, but never mind. I am mobile and ready to tear up this town.
Um. After tonight. "24" is on, you know.