My older brother was a senior my freshman year. He stayed in Ames all summer working for the University but he came home the day before and gave me a lift into town. I remember I had 1 box of stuff with a suit case full of clothes and that was all I had. He got to infront of MWL and said, "Sorry bro, but I'm not fighting that fight. Good Luck" and I hoped out. Quickly said our goodbyes and I turn to walk in. I took 2 steps and he honked the horn, rolled down the windows and said "Some buddies and I are playing ball at the rec at 8:00. If youre interested why dont you come along and meet them." Honestly enough that is what I remembered about my freshman year move in. Not the crowdedness, not the uneasy feeling, not the fears of being in a new environment. It's looking over my shoulder and seeing my brother realize the awkwardness I was about to experience and his attempt to help me through it.