I can still remember the nerves on the first day moving into the dorms...
the rest is a blur
(well, some of it).
I loved so many of the peoples I went to school with. Still have an eternal bond with some.
After a bit of settling in with the new roomies, I remember some cheerleaders (one I may still have a crush on) came to our room and said to keep our doors open (literally and figuratively). It was absolutely the correct advice.
Ha! Thanks. It's a nod to an old Sam Peckinpah/Warren Oates film. I'm a big fan of the 'love her and leave her/drag a fly-covered head across a Mexican desert genre of films.
(I despised Lett back in the day)
I'm not saying mine(my generation) has a better understanding of much(because most of us are only marginally smarter than you), but if you can't get that music, god bless the usa.