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<p>&ldquo;Sure,&rdquo; I mumbled. &ldquo;That&rsquo;s what spit valves are for.&rdquo;</p>
<p>She laughed and steered her way towards campus. I guided her through the move-in day traffic onto the campus and toward the dorms, letting her interrupt me as patiently as I could with her outbursts of drumming the steering wheel while sing-songing, &ldquo;This is exciiiiitiiiiing!&rdquo;</p>
<p>Following the crowds, we made it to the south end of campus slowly and pulled up along the side of the street with the other cars disgorging students and stuff.</p>
<p>&ldquo;Glad we made it here early,&rdquo; I mumbled. There were already twenty or so other families unpacking along the stretch of road, and more were visible in the parking lots on either side of the building. Looking over the bent &lsquo;H&rsquo; shaped dorm and trying to count rooms, I grimmaced at the thought of that many families trying to move their children in at once. No, I corrected myself, that many times two, what with the whole roommate thing.</p>
<p>&ldquo;Glad we made it here early,&rdquo; I mumbled. There were already twenty or so other families unpacking along the stretch of road, and more were visible in the parking lots on either side of the building. Looking over the bent &lsquo;H&rsquo; shaped dorm and trying to count rooms, I grimaced at the thought of that many families trying to move their children in at once. No, I corrected myself, that many times two, what with the whole roommate thing.</p>
<p>Before unpacking anything, my mom and I made our way around one wing of the building toward the lobby. We stopped to pick up my key and get directions to the room itself. Walking along the hallway to the wings, my mom was bouncing on the balls of her feet, poking fun at me for being more excited than I was.</p>
<p>&ldquo;I&rsquo;m excited, I promise. Just dreading the common restrooms.&rdquo;</p>
<p>&ldquo;Aw,&rdquo; she jibed. &ldquo;They&rsquo;re not that bad, I promise. Just have to get used to it. And schedule your showers for when the least amount of people are in there. And wear sandals when you do.&rdquo;</p>