Move In Memories
Saturday was a day of trips for me. It was a trip down memory lane. It was also several trips up and down the vertical staircase of the Capstone Residence Hall. You see, as a member of my honor society, we help with the chaos that is “Move In Day,” or the day that everyone moves into their residence hall. The thing is, I have helped out with move in day now for three years and have been a part of move in day for four! (Considering my freshman year experience when I was on the other end of move in day and was the one being helped move in). In any case, I couldn’t believe that I was helping move in for the third year in a row!
I will get back to my drive in memory lane (which also happens to be the carpool lane, because who wants to sit in traffic when they are flying down memory lane?) in a bit, but I need to get to my trips up and down those stairs, as well as my awesome analogy. You see, getting people moved in is a lot like trying to win a baseball game. There is a saying that goes, “Get em’ on, get em’ over, and get em’ in.” This means that you want to get a person on base, advance them, and get them home to score. Things work a little like that while moving in, only its “Move em’ on, move em’ over, and move em’ in.” First we want to move students on campus by having them find the place where they need to be moving in. Then we want to move them over and signed in to receive their key. Finally, our goal is to get them and all of their belongings moved in.
Saturday worked out as well as could have been expected. The weather was not too hot, the spirits of everyone moving in was good, and everyone was very willing to help out. Personally, I was excited to get going on my third year as a member of the move in crew. I definitely put in some quality time in the fours hours we were allotted to help move in. I think I was sweating through my shirt within the first 10 minutes of schlepping personal items up what seemed like never ending stairs in Capstone. Along the way I met several very eager students, and what seemed like even more eager parents who I weren’t sure were more eager to get their students moved in, or to just be done with the stress of moving in!
Now it’s time to change lanes back to “memory.” By the end of my shift, things were slowing down a bit, and I was just about ready to leave when I got another blast from the past. I was looking at the folks moving in when I saw my roommate from freshman year! He was there with his family helping to move in a new generation, as his little brother is an incoming freshman. I made sure to help them move in (although the fact that he lived on the second floor certainly made my decision easier!). Helping them allowed me to get a little reminder of what I went through four summers with the same family. In the end it was a day of several trips, be it up the stairs or coasting down memory lane! Take care!