What's in a Name, though? Really?

Now this might come as a suprise to some of our professors, who assume that this generation is born with a silver USB cable in their mouths and an unqualified opinion ready to spout, but a lot of this floor seem to be pretty novice bloggers. The first challenge of this blog for some of us (now that we've discovered it exists) is to create an origional, personal, yet not too obvious name for our online doppleganger. Should we purloin the name of our favorite writer, name ourselves after our pets or hometowns or some other domestic nature, or take our names from the outside world? I don't think many of us are going to want to read a blog by 14 Killed in Fallujah, but BritneySpears49 seems too much like something a pedophile would make up.

So it's difficult.

But we perservere, and like the sad Writing the Essay student, we eventually succeed (I think), and go on with our happy lives here on Floor 10.

So college? College is strange. I move across the country to find a city of people who all pretty much dress like me, I exit a two hour thunderstorm to find a hot, humid August day, and I go to a drama school that, in the immortal words of Orange, encourages me to "have sex with everything that moves, and a whole bunch of things that don't". But with condoms.

Always with condoms.

Yes, kids. Pregnancy is no fun on student loans, and neither is AIDS. If that's my one theme of the evening, so be it. 'Cause you're all so good looking, I don't know how you can stand it.