My mother and I arrived at Northeastern as most of us students do — one van packed full, and certainly not enough hands — or muscles — to carry it all. The blue bins were helpful, but my entire room could not fit in one bin no matter how we stacked, organized or shoved. Two trips would have taken a large chunk of the allotted time my mom had to help me move in, not to mention the extra hike it would take to get from the dorm, back to the car and all the way back to the dorm pushing, pulling and dragging the dreaded blue bin on the return trip. While we sat in the parking lot, attempting to conjure up a plan that would quench our burning desire to make only one trip, we were approached by a very friendly man with his very own green bin. For the next 20 minutes, our own personal “moving man” helped us to unload our van. He then escorted us to my room, and assisted in the emptying of the bins. Without his help, I am sure that my brand new 20 inch TV would have never made it — at least not safely — into our common room. The extra muscle, hands and bin saved us from an extra trip and excruciating backaches. I was surprised by how many other students were also being escorted by their own personal movers. The Owens’ crew was out in numbers, and making moving day a whole lot easier for students and their parents. I would like to thank the Owens moving company for being so helpful to Northeastern students on move in day. Unfortunately, the remainder of my move-in day did not go as smoothly as the beginning. We entered my Willis Hall apartment to find a less than sanitary living situation. The kitchen looked as if it had barely seen a once-over by a Clorox wipe, and the floors looked as though they had never even been vacuumed. My mother spent at least an hour and a half scrubbing the kitchen, while I attempted to sanitize the bathroom. It was rather annoying to have to clean on top of everything else that needs to be done on move-in day. I hope that mine was an isolated case, but by the looks of things, I doubt that my neighbors’ rooms were any cleaner than mine. Honestly, don’t we pay enough to have our rooms clean when we arrive?

-Amy Sullivan is a sophomore journalism and political science major.