Welcome to the hood...

Day One:
Wow... a 3 and a half hour trip, turned into a 4 and a half hour nightmare. Thanks mapquest. I enjoyed my scenic drive through the southside. I am just glad I didn't get car jacked. After finally arriving at my home for the next 16 weeks, I have mixed emotions.Thoughts of anger, frustration, excitement, and relief rampage through my mind as I begin to move my things into my 2x4 room I will be sharing with a friend. It's like freshman year all over again. I attempt to find space in an otherwise spaceless room for everything I will need for the next 4 months. How will this workout? I guess we will find out. After moving my stuff in, we ventured to the grocery store and began to realize that this "very safe neighborhood" was actually a frequent stop on the patrolling cops route. As we return to my new home with groceries in hand, we stop at a local Popeye's for a quick meal. Low and behold, when we order our food the cashier responds that they are "out of the chicken" that we asked for.She might as well have said, "Welcome to the hood." This should be interesting...