Moving in is an interesting college experience. Everyone in your dorm is in the same position as you. No one knows anyone else, aside from maybe one or two friends that decided on the same school, but even then, there's a small chance that they are living in the same dorm as you are. People make friends fast, and don't have much trouble doing so, as almost everyone seems friendly enough at first. If you leave your door open, random people will stop by and introduce themselves within the first week or two. Some of them you may see again, and some you may not. Eventually, everyone makes their own group, and you begin to settle in on whom your closer friends are. Living in Minnesota,

One of the funniest groups of people are the drunks. In fact, it doesn't matter what day it is or what time of day, for that matter. There are always a few of them around. They are the entertainment and the nuisance of college life. These people will walk three miles through snow, rain, cold, and probably hell, just to get a beer. However, they will refuse to go to class for the exact same reasons. Seeing someone stagger in after a night of jell-o shooters and cheap vodka, is always a good laugh. They hand their U card the security guard, and try desperately to look sober. Usually, the security guard shakes his head, and lets them go into the dorm, where they will begin to stroke and speak sweet nothings to the toilet bowl for the next few hours.

The girlie girls are the people I loathe the most. This group can be found in the main hall at about two o'clock in the morning on a Saturday snickering about who kissed who (or what, for that matter) at the frat that night. For some reason, they always seem to stand outside of my door, regardless of what night it is. It's not always the same giggling girls, but you can tell when they're there. Ususally, I'm ripped from my sleep with something along the lines of:

From the group I hate the most, to the group I love the best, and probably because I'm one of them, the smokers. The U has designated smoking areas outside of dorms. On any day, at anytime of the day, there is always someone out there having a cigarette. As far as I have seen, they seem to be very nice people. If you're out of cigarettes, someone is always willing to "bum" you one, as smokers would say. There seems to be a smokers book of ethics. If you don't have a cigarette and someone else does, if you ask them, they will most likely give one to you. However, there is somewhat of an exception to this rule. If the "bumee" offers his or her last cigarette to the "bummer," the bummer must decline the offer, as it is the bumee's last cigarette. It seems to be unethical to take a person's last cigarette.

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