After a disastrous roommate situation my freshman year at Emory, Jordan and I clicked as we were paired for the Woodruff Block. In our 7 x 20 pizza slice of a room, Jordan held a competition to try and fit the most people in the place during his notorious movie nights. He routinely had 20 or more people packed in there on my futon, his bed, and on the floor. Needless to say, our friendship outlived that futon. We were roommates for the rest of our Emory careers and then traded cities as I moved to Boston.