That time of the year

Twenty years ago this month, I rode down (from Pennsylvania) to Charlottesville with my dad and all my stuff and moved into the Emmet dorm, met another future lawyer who would be my roommate for the next three years, and starting saying "Grounds" and "first-year" instead of "campus" and "freshman." As this item from the Cavalier Daily describes, it's happening all over again for a new bunch (of whom few or none were born in 1983).