The 2 Man Wolf-pack has Become 4

Monday the 5th 

          In a night filled with screaming girls, leaking toilets, and freezing temperatures, fact of the matter is that I slept awful.  When my alarm rang, I quickly hit the 10 minute snooze which seemingly lasted 3 seconds, so I dragged myself out of bed, frozen like a popsicle.  I shuffled into the kitchen, cracked some eggs, and cooked breakfast, Jay ate the leftovers.  Then a scraggly, bearded man emerged…Jeremiah Johnson?  No, Aaron Page, the 3^rd musketeer.  After a delayed train and missed bus, Aaron snuck thru the door between my going to bed and the drunken banter, but either way, we all packed up a backpack and walked over to the university. 

When we arrived, we had an orientation where we got our first extended experience of the Irish twang.  Luckily, neither teacher heard us laughing as they drug on through an overview of the class.  It seemed as if everyone was taking this way too seriously, its summer school, right?  Then it clicked, as our teacher called the 4 LMU students to the front of the room and politely asked us not to be a distraction, as each succeeding year has managed to slightly disturb the peace of the classroom…an easy task we assumed.

We next headed to the library, which I have vowed not to return to, even though it is 800 times nicer than the LMU failure of a library.  O ya, on our way to the orientation, an unnamed classmate made a valiant effort to get struck by a moving vehicle…no worries, the Devere Scholars saved her.  We continued the day with getting ID cards, and taking some small group photo that they failed to mention to us throughout the day.  Anyways, the next character in our story, Paul Newman?  No, Gabriel, the world’s second most versatile man.  He offered us shots the night before, but sorry Gabe, that minor detail missed the plotline.  Regardless, Gabriel is the man, a true gentleman and a scholar.

So our two man wolf pack has now become four; first there as Jason and myself, next Aaron, and now Gabriel.  The four of us loaded the bus with the rest of the group and headed down a country road to an overlook of the Atlantic ocean, no homo, but this was incredibly beautiful.  Next, a salmon dinner at a gorgeous, ornately decorated restaurant; for dinner, the wolfpack split, but only temporarily.  After dinner ended, we loaded back up in the bus, and as the driver insisted on driving on the right side of his bus while on the left side of the road, I decided it was easier just not to look.  Next character, Zeek, the leaf man.  Hey Zeek, sorry, no story.

To end the night, Aaron, Ashley (shit, there are girls on the trip, and we speak to them outside of the classroom, dont tell mom), and I walked down to the university to steal some internet, which worked poorly at best.  After being serenaded by drunken Irish boys as “bloody wanker bums,” we walked back to the apartment, and hit the pillow face first.  Day 1, complete.