When you see license plates from Oregon, Texas, and British Columbia on Indiana Avenue on a hot August day, it can only mean one thing: it’s Move-In Day at ICO.
Now that I am far removed from moving in, I can look back on the beginnings of ICO with fondness, instead of what it actually was.
(insert “Jaws” music)
The first few weeks of ICO are fun and games until someone pokes an eye out. Luckily, we have all chosen a profession where eyes falling out are child’s play. A second year can suction that bad boy back into your orbit and continue studying for Pharm.
The start of a new season is always met with an elusive combination of excitement, anticipation and a touch of fear. At least for me. I was the kid in elementary school who laid out what I was going to wear for the first day of school every September. I am now the adult who looks forward to the excuse to buy new pens because I am an elitist stationary snob and if it’s not a fine-tipped RSVP pen, it might as well be a crayon.
Seeing the incoming first years get to experience all the fun “beginning of the year” events through my aged, fourth-year, cataract-ridden eyes is kind of a trip. Remember how fun ICOlympics is when there are 184 of you to participate? Now the 30 of us here look around and shrug our shoulders. I guess Siva’s going to be in the watermelon-eating contest, by virtue of being a girl.
Full disclosure: Alex Golden and I won that contest. I don’t care what anyone says.Read More