Memory of the week

Sorry it's kind of late, but this week has been a no-time sort of week. So, remember pizza nights? We'd all ahve to come up with an order the night before. The first time we ordered *way* too much food and ended up giving like half a pie away to some random girls on the fourth floor because we wanted to give them back the calories they burned by walking up four flights of stairs each day. Our minds think in wierd ways. Then we all had to give our money to the collector person. I can't remember who this was, but for some reson I think it was either Chetna, Lily, or Amy. Then someone went outside to stand by the corb with everyone else from the second floor to wait for the pizza guy. And we'd watch every single car that drove into the campus and say "Maybe it's him!" but then it wasn't. Until he finally would come. Then it was. And for some reson it seemed like he always got to our food last. Then people outside during social hour would beg us for pizza, but we were strong and didn't give it to them (except sometimes). Then comes the good part -- where we eat the pizza. Except no one has any plates or napkins and we ran out of cups. But pizza still is WAY better than anything the siena people made for our dinners.