Country Boy

My roommate always calls me a country boy because I am from Connecticut. I never take this negatively, in fact, I take it as a compliment. I feel like I have a few sets of skills that nobody else here has. So far, nobody else that I have met can start a campfire from scratch in under 10 minutes. Nobody else has been riding motorcycles since age 13, or hunting since they were 12. I can fend for myself in most situations, and I pride myself on that. One of the main differences that I have noticed here is that when something breaks, most of the city kids I met just assume place a work order instead of just fixing it. I have fixed my roomate's towel rack after it got ripped out of the wall, his dresser drawar, the window in my room, my friend's computer, another friend's iPod, changed two flat tires, and repaired a coolant leak all since I have been at Stony. Maybe the city folks need a little more country time ;]