Upstairs on Geoff’s floor, some of the doors still had the residents’ names on them, spelled out in tacky construction paper cut-outs. The hall’s resident advisor had apparently gone for a cheesy jungle theme—the bulletin board in the common area was decorated with trees and cartoonish wild animals, as well as an explorer done up in safari gear beneath the slogan, Welcome to the Jungle! Freshmen Class of ‘96! Go Get ‘em, Tigers! The names still remaining on the doors had tiger stripes; the tiger was the VBU mascot, for some obscure reason Larry couldn’t quite figure out. What former U.S. President Martin Van Buren had to do with tigers, he had no clue. Rumor had it another Virginia college that had been around much longer than theirs had and whose school colors were the same—black and oran
