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With some effort he managed to push his way through to the far end of the building and the huge wall mural. He waiting in a small line until it was his turn.
“Name?”
“Todd Bainbridge... football, wide receiver..” he answered.
“Bainbridge..... hmmm.... okay got it.... hmm, you are a freshmen... okay you have to go over to that group over there.... see Tom and he’ll get you squared away. Any questions?”
“Huh... where? I mean... okay over where?”
“There.... by the statue... see the guy with the clipboard...”
“Okay... but where do I register and all that? Isn’t this it?”
“No... look you see Tom.... he’ll get you signed in and answer all that.... Next.”
Once more he pushed his way through to another aimless destination. He felt so completely lost that for two cents he would of turned and headed home. Only trouble was, he had no idea now where the door was or how to get the hell out of the place. Finally, he managed to find the right spot, and there, as stated, was a guy with a clipboard.
He was busy talking to someone else and Todd waited patiently, his arms feeling like rubber from holding his duffel bag all this time. After numerous attempts at trying to see what the place looked like he concentrated his attention on Tom.
The guy looked to be about medium height, maybe 5’ 9’ or so and about 160 lb. He had long dark hair that came down to his shoulder’s and he wore a long rope around his neck with a badge on it, dangling in front. Guess he was somebody, Todd thought as he awaited his turn. There was no denying that his first day at college was one of pure complete confusion. His session with Tom only sent him to someone else, then another until he finally met Harper. Harper was his, so he was told and the guy even took his duffel bag as he led him out of the pandemonium that was Butler Hancock Hall. They walked silently for the most part, fear and exhaustion battling for dominance in Todd.
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