I will never forget the first time I walked into Foundation Hall-band camp, my freshman year of college. I was so nervous I felt like I was going to be sick, and as my dad and I approached this run-down building, I worried even more about band camp, and college. I walked in and as my eyes adjusted from the daylight to the indoor lights, I saw a building that clearly needed more university funding. What struck me more were the people. Self-assured older bandmembers checked in, nervous freshman stood with their parents, looking as nervous as me, friendly people with shirts emblazoned with KKΨ were pointing people like me in the right direction. I was approached by Jill, an acquaintance whom I had met through another friend. She showed me where to go, and since I would be staying at her house for the next few days, took my dad and I back to her house. I met her equally enthusiastic roommates. At the time, I never dreamed that I would someday spend more time in this building and Frasier combined than in my apartment, practicing and poring over old sheet music and Kappa Kappa Psi records. Weird what can happen in just a few years.
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