In my first ten days at Creighton I’ve come to realize that privacy is a thing of the past, gone are the days of living in five person household, now I live with sixty other “adults” on one of the most social floors. The eighth floor of Swanson Hall is an experience; as a group we decided that quiet hours begin at one a.m, which shows how great we are at using our newfound freedom to make decisions, so every night people sprint through the halls and blast music until our RAs (Mom and Dad) kick us out of the hall. This is going to be interesting...