The title of my digital story is “My Tee Shirts Are White Again.” This is the script of my narration:

1. In August 1982, I started my freshman year at the University of Georgia.  
2. I lived in Milledge Hall, near the center of campus. One Saturday I realized I had no clean shirts.
3. At home I was used to putting my dirty clothes into the laundry hamper, and they would reappear in my room a few days later, cleaned and ironed, thanks to my Mom.
4. Yet, here I was, with a basket full of dirty clothes, wondering what to do.
5. So I checked out the dorm’s laundry room, got quarters to pay for the washing machine, and borrowed some detergent from my roommate Derek.
6. I threw all my dirty clothes into the washing machine, put some detergent in, set the temperature on “Hot,” put money in, and started the machine.
7. Forty-five minutes later, I pulled my clothes out. To my horror, all of my white tee shirts were mostly pink!
8. So I went back to my room and asked Derek for advice. He said, “Don’t you know you’re supposed to separate your colors and whites before doing laundry?” He handed me some instructions to read, and I learned which temperatures to use and how to separate my clothes.
9. It was back to the laundry room, and I did two separate loads this time, colors on cold and whites on hot.
10. When I came back my clothes were clean, the pink had washed out of my white tee shirts, and I was ready to use the dryer, thanks to my roommate’s handy instructions. By the end of the day, I had learned how to do my laundry properly and had fresh, clean clothes to put into my dresser.