Amanda's old webpage
Walter's Lock Down Page

It's hard to believe that 4 years ago I moved to Clemson. When I did, I met some of the greatest people I've ever met. Instantly I was friends with everyone, we were recruiting new members into our group, and life was incredible. Phi Rho was the group you loved to hate. We were the group that gave everyone a voice. We had it all.
We used to take turns playing each other in Conker's Bad Fur day, hanging out at the Cricket all night, playing cut-throat monopoly at 5am, spade tournaments that lasted 8 hours, and creating more mayhem than the city had ever seen. There was no closer knit group of people. Life was a blur of fun. Thinking back on it, it seems like a lifetime ago.
Alas, all great things come to an end. No one talks to anyone. No one hangs out, and people have moved away. Now the happiness we shared is just a faint memory. So faint that I wonder, did it really happen? Did I really share those experiences that changed my life with 7 people I don't talk to anymore? Who knows what the future holds. Maybe it will include trance music at 90 dB at 4am, fending off any customer craving a Magic Dog.