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Leading up to now

September 11, 2013 - Darian Somers
10:30 a.m. Monday morning

"Guys, who is doing Nittanyville this week?"

That's my normal Facebook message to the people who did Nittanyville the previous week.

And of course, like most college students, they don't reply.

12:30 p.m. Monday afternoon

I text every single person to find out if they are doing Nittanyville because they are all lazy and don't respond to my Facebook message.

I get a few answers.

10:00 p.m. Tuesday night

My group is finalized, but as always, someone texts me "Hey, Darian do you have an extra spot in your Nittanyville group?"

My answer is pretty much always "no."

Here's the reason why it's a no. Because I honestly don't have room. Nittanyville groups aren't allowed to be larger than 10. Once people start realizing how cool it is to sit in the front rows of Beaver Stadium, they don't want to leave.

While most of my group never shows up during the week, they always show up for the game.

I'm actually ok with that, too.

1:30 p.m. Wednesday

Classes are done, and now the rest of my day is spent wasting time as I finish my homework for the next three days.

6:30 p.m.

Homework is done, and now the wait begins. I've spend most of my time until 8:30, just waiting.

Waiting like a kid on Christmas to come downstairs and see all the presents. The wait takes forever.

The wait just doesn't end.

8:00 p.m.

I pack up most of my gear for the week's campout, but that just takes 10 minutes.

8:10 p.m.

I finish packing, and to kill time, I take my third shower of the day. I'm seriously the cleanest person ever on Wednesday's and not just in Nittanyville, State College, but the entire country.


Yeah, that shower seriously took five minutes. And quite frankly, I'm annoyed.


I pack up all of clothes and finish watching the episode of Breaking Bad on Netflix. It's a great time killer, and it helps make those past 20 minutes go fast. But it's still a 1/2 hour until check-in time.


I finally unplug my computer from its HDMI cord and move it to my desk. It's the only time I use my desk in college, and that's no joke. Just like pre-game rituals, moving my computer is just the first step.


I turn on Katy Perry's "Roar." It's a catchy tune. Don't judge.

After that song is over, "Mind Your Manners" by Chiddy Bang plays in my room. That song will be featured and the next one "Kashmir" by Led Zeppelin will in a later post, play.


I get on Angel, the course management site for Penn State, to sign in. Even though I'm an officer, we still have to sign in. Fair is fair is fair.


My heart begins to pound as I realize my seats are at stake. While it's not a big difference between front row and third row, it's a REALLY BIG DIFFERENCE when you do Nittanyville. It just is. It's hard to describe, but it really matters.

8:59 I'm so nervous I could faint.

8:59 and 30 seconds

Probably going to die. I hate this. I hate Nittanyville. I hate this.

8:59 and 50 seconds.



Where is the sign in?

9:00 and 1 second

Hey, look what's there and I've already refreshed so now I have to wait another three more seconds.

9:00 and 4 seconds

I finally get to enter my group list.

9:00 and 7 seconds

Forgot to type my name in. Fly to put in "DDriaan."

That's not how you spell my name.

9:00 and 10 seconds

Signed it.

9:00 and 10 seconds

Smiles as I realize my new permanent address is Gate A Beaver Stadium, University Park, PA.

I'm a sophomore at Penn State and an officer in Nittanyville, a student run organization that camps out before every home Penn State football game. Follow me on Twitter @StuffSomersSays for more updates from Gate A.

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