When we pulled up to the new freshmen dorm, a hundred or so members of the Orientation Committee waved and cheered. These upper classmen swarmed to our car, and carried Blondie's stuff to her room. They did this for every freshman, all day, in and out of the hot sun.
My experience was a little different. We carried our own gear up the narrow stairs of the ancient freshman dorm. The sound of cursing at dropped turn tables and foot lockers filled our ears. At night the upper classmen drove past our building yelling, "Freshmen live in a dump!" and "We have your mother out here!" over and over. We worried that after a year or so, we too would only know two lines of dialogue.
I thought of the newcomers I'd encountered at AA, the rehab, booster groups for various sports, etc. "You could have been a little more welcoming," I said to myself.
Today I will welcome the newcomer.
Life on Life's Terms III (c) 2016 by Ken Montrose
Life on Life's Terms III is a work of fiction. Any resemblance between the characters and anyone you might know is purely coincidental.
Other works by Ken Montrose are available at: http://www.amazon.com/Ken-Montrose/e/B001K8MG0S