I brought my stack of quarterpage flyers down to the new spring student orientation with my guts rumbling, ignoring the fact that I wouldn’t have time to eat lunch until after my desk shift, hours into the future. But what greeted me on the tables up against the back wall of the auditorium? Pizza! Box upon box of pizza! The students made a long snakey line and I had to wait patiently and watch to see if there would be any left, and then there was. I ate two slices and had salad too, chatting about federated search with the others and making new friends with R. He works in student activities and was part of the team that just barely missed beating Villanova (due to chicanery) in the first round back in 1997. You’ve got to come to a game. As I embarked on slice number two, D. told me I’d have to go up to the front and draw the winner of our raffle. But every time I stand in front of a group I almost throw up! I whined. Then you better stop eating right now and get up there.