Dorm Livin'


An update on Landon . . . This is the only picture I was able to snap on move-in day for RU freshmen. He is loving college--enjoying new friends and opportunities and full of zeal for his coursework, even though he has a pretty challenging first semester. He joined intramural rugby and volleyball, and he signed up for many, many clubs, including the Catholic Student league, a Jewish Student Society, and some group promoting breast cancer awareness. They were giving away free things for anyone signing up. Apparently he's collected a pile of loot. My fears of his leaving and never looking back have been abated. I think it's possible he even misses us a little! For my birthday, he left a message--his heavy metal version of "happy birthday to you" played on electric guitar. Made my day!

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  1. AnonymousSeptember 17, 2009 at 5:34 PM

    We need his address so we can send a little snail mail love his way! We're glad to hear he is loving college and missing you, even though no college freshman will fess up to that one. (consider doing laundry a sign of missing you and loving you;)) That's great that you got a picture in. Memories! Hang there!

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  2. MarenSeptember 27, 2009 at 10:37 AM

    Sweet Room! I especially like the pipe in the corner and the liquid stain smattered on the wall above Landon's bed...AWESOME!

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  3. Kjrsten OlerSeptember 30, 2009 at 7:49 AM

    Love you Landon! You are so awesome! Come see us for X-mas!

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