When I first came to Ole Miss, I thought I was in hell. Well, I was living
on what was later to be called the worst dorm floor on campus (some guys
once emptied 11 fire extinguishers in one room). I thought I hated it so
much that I tried to transfer out. It wasn't until my second year that I
began to explore the town and really find out what it had to offer. Oxford is exactly what a college town should be... It has low unemployment and crime, very little traffic, and that true southern friendliness. Like a lot of small towns, Oxford grew around the town square, which surrounds the courthouse and contains many of the shops (and bars). |
It was here that, while hunched over some nachos, I saw John Grisham walk in and stare up at the tv, which was showing O.J. Simpson's bronco fleeing the police. It was also here that I debated the role of religion in society, the idea of universal truths, and proved on a napkin that 45 degrees is indeed the angle to throw something to get the best distance.
Back to my personal stuff.