First Chris and I were at his house with his parents, and he got a letter in the mail saying he had won awards for some art projects, and we were supposed to go to Connolly.
We got to Connolly and they gave Chris awards, along with a thousand other people. The art was weird. Some people were playing golf with weird objects and that was considered art. So was the art where people were throwing things against the wall. One kid even got an art award for yelling at Mr. Dwyer. We never actually found out what Chris' projects were, but he said they were just drawings.
Then we were outside somewhere with my freshman roommate Jim, the tall one with red hair. We were all moving into a room and he was telling me about which roommates he liked and which ones he didn't, then we played soccer and Chris was good.