So i went to this sucky as hell high school against my will, but my salvation came in the form of college. Namely, i got to pick where i wanted to go, and had the grades, community involvement, and standardized test scores to really do so. I got about three tons worth of college mail. I had a bonfire with all the stuff i got from the ivy league; i refused to go to any of those. Therefore, i went to Boston University, mostly because harvard is right across the river, and therefore, within short projectile range. Good idea, ney?

Anyway, i moved to Boston without knowing a single soul out there, and without ever visiting the school beforehand. That's right, the first time i saw BU in person was the day i moved in. Heh. But don't worry, i certainly wasn't. I knew i was supposed to be there. And i was, too.

Wound up joining the marching band, at the behest of one John G. Manna, much to everyone's surprise. That led to a lot of other craziness...