Two days before classes were due to begin, in September 2017, I realized my Music Humanities professor had assigned us a reading. And as I was in the middle of printing it, of course, the power went out in the Carman lobby. Standing there all spazzed out and disoriented, I was unsure if the printer would continue printing after the power came on or if I would have to reprint everything from scratch. At that very moment, as I sat anxiously on the Carman steps, this scrawny blonde kid who I had briefly met a few days prior sat down beside me. As is the norm during NSOP, we reintroduced ourselves, and began talking about the one thing I knew we both had in common: the upcoming semester....