Let's skip to the day he moved into the dorm. That was Thursday, the date for all incoming freshmen. Hick rode over there with him to help unpack. The Pony's assigned move-in time was between 1:00 and 2:00. According to Hick, they were in the drop-off line until about 1:50. But still, all they had to do was get a number, let student workers take everything out of the car and put in a bin to take up to The Pony's 12th-floor room, then drive to a parking lot and ride a shuttle back to unpack.
The Pony sent me a text to say he was unpacked, and headed for a welcome activity. I asked for a picture of his room. And, being The Pony, here's what he sent me.
So...I thought maybe he sent this from the window by the elevator that's located at the end of his hall. And I saw that he also sent me this view:
Again, I assumed that was out the window by the elevator. He was excited when we took him down there for orientation camp, because he LOVES Papa John's Pizza, and the one near Backroads went out of business.
I sent back a text asking if that was taken from the hall, and he said no, his room. So I told him that when I asked for a picture of his room, I kind of meant the space he will be living in, so I can picture him there. That a picture of his room doesn't mean a picture take FROM his room. Then he sent me this:
By that, I could tell that The Pony made his bed all by himself. That's his desk there behind it. And what I assume is the door to the hall, and not the door to the bathroom. Since The Pony is a pretty good egg once you hit him over the head telling him exactly what you want...he also included this bonus pic:
I guess if he sits on the end of his bed, he can see Papa John's. All I know for sure is that for a while, every night when he lays his weary head to rest, I will cry some more.
I really miss that not-caring-about-helping-people little guy.