“My shoulders feel interesting.”

I was walking back with my friend; we were both carrying the last load of stuff from my old room. We had been helping people move all afternoon. When discussing how we were feeling, R mentions that her shoulders felt “interesting.” I thought this was a marvelous way to describe the pain felt after working hard, as we had been doing.

For most of the afternoon and evening (excluding a break for supper) my friends Adam, Joe and R and I helped each other move. R had moved the day before, but she was an angel and helped the rest of us move. Joe had been able to obtain the use of a little mini golf cart / truck. We managed to transport the bulk of my stuff in one truckload. This was phenomenal considering that I had carried most of this stuff over with a handcart by myself when moving at the beginning of the summer. In fact, most of us had stories of the original move this summer being a torturous lonely process.

After I had all of my belongings relocated Adam and I decided to take advantage of the school’s $3 movie day special down the street. We watched Scoop, a very funny movie.

Then around midnight Adam and I helped our friend Rachel move the last of her belongings to her new room. She hadn’t been able to start moving until must later then the rest of us, so we told her we’d help with the hard part. She had already moved most of the stuff to the base of her new residence hall, but it’s the carrying heavy items up three stories that is the treacherous part.

Finally after this was complete, we lay on the grass watching beautiful mysterious clouds pass in front of a full moon. We debated sleeping on the grass, but in the long run ended up grabbing a drink at our favorite watering hole and each parting ways to our respective halls. It was sad; we had spent the whole summer walking back to the same building. Adam had been on a different floor, but we would often sit in the stair way and talk. I miss them already, even though we are all still on campus.