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Apples.

 

No. Not the iPod, iMac, iPad, iPhone kind of Apple. The Red Delicious, Gala, Empire, Fuji, Granny Smith and some 7,500 other varies.

It was second year, and always Sad, Josh, Em and I were up to no good. Of course, for us up to no good was actually being pretty good, but  that’s all semantics. Anyways, we were had this bag of apples that had been sitting in our room for weeks and we thought “huh, what can we do with semi-rotting apples?”

 

Well, the answer was pretty obvious, lets hit them with sticks at the Department of Transportation (which latter turned into Holland Suites). It was a pretty predictable solution. Through out first and second year Josh, Sad, and I played “baseball” with phonebooks, CD’s, and Frisbees. Apples were just the next logical step. 

The consequences of throwing phonebooks around

 

It is amazing how long you can spend throwing apples up in the air or at walls or hitting them with sticks.

 

But it wasn’t just the event with the apples that was awesome, but all of second year. It was quite possibly some of the best times of my life. It was when we all went Lark Fest for the first time. It was the year of McDonalds runs – way to many times a week. Friday night movies. Scrubs and Heroes. Study sessions projected on the TV that were more of an excuse to get 10 of us together.

 

It was the calm before the storm. It was the some of the most fun times of my life

 

School was school – but it was the times like these that helped get us all through it.