From Brandon:
Every semester I receive a 4.0 I get a $2,000 bonus from my internship. I decided to study all night for my last 2 finals to get that extra cash. Monday night I studied like crazy for my marketing final, only to find I studied for the wrong one. Now I’m hoping for a passing grade!
Only in College…
From Anonymous:
With finals week done and my mind back up to speed after a lot of booze consumption. I’d like to share this story.
This last semester I had to take a tough java programming class required for my major. It was widely whispered that about 30% of the students taking this class will fail. This is not because of the students, but because of how the professor has the grading scale and curve set up. Needless to say nobody likes the class or the little bitch of a professor. It was apparent after the 1st week of class when the class size was essentially cut in half.
I was sitting at a C+ when the final came and I knew I had to keep that if I wanted to pass. It was a 7pm final so I had all day to clear my head. I go in, sit next to the nerdiest looking person (naturally) and the test begins. About 10 minutes in this guy on the other side of the lecture hall stands up, makes the proclamation of “Fuck you Professor ******, and fuck this test!”, rips his test in half, throws both pieces as high in the air as he could, and runs out screaming this really high shrilling sound as one of the TAs/Proctors tries to follow him. One Proctor down, only 2 others and the Professor to go. About 10-15 minutes later I notice a shaking sound coming from the door on the opposite side of the lecture hall. About 15 people and I could see into the hall from the angle we had on the door and it was some random ass guy. Shrugging it off and trying my best to pass, I look back over to the door between questions and notice the face of a werewolf. Next thing you know this “werewolf” more like an extremely overweight guy in a werewolf mask (he was only wearing the mask) jumps in the room and gives out this “HOOWWWLLL!!” He then runs to the center of the room, right next to the professor flailing his arms and legs, a very party-boy-esque dance, howling the whole time. The two remaining proctors come racing down the aisles, the werewolf gets on his horse and runs out the door, the professor and proctors not very far behind.
Now I’ve only done something considered academically dishonest once before. But I took the opportunity to again cheat and as the dork was laughing next to me I copied his answers to Qs 10,12,14-20, and 23 (Thanks buddy). I did really well on the test and passed the class.
Only in College…
From Anonymous:
Halfway through my junior year in college, I realized that I wasn’t going to get into Economics with my GPA. I had taken a few classes (namely Economics Game Theory) that were going to count for Econ, but not for a major that was closest to Econ (Political Economy). So I went to my career counselor, lied to her and convinced her that game theory had to do with the “Chinese Economy” theme. And that I was going to be studying for political economy, the major I aspire to study. Game Theory – obviously has nothing to do with China in general.
Next semester, I noticed in the handbook for political economy that “game theory” is now an elective. I singlehandedly changed the curriculum built around a lie and an easier way for me to graduate.
Only in College (UC-Berkeley)…
From Anonymous:
This happened a few days ago, the day before my graduation. I went out partying with my friends before the day of my graduation. The commencement was at 10am. My parents and relatives were meeting me at my house at 9am. I told myself I’ll just go out for a few drinks since I want to be able to function the next day. Well, obviously that wasn’t the case. I ended up consuming an immense amount of alcohol and ended up hooking up with a friend.
I did not wake up until I heard someone knocking on my door. I looked at my alarm, it was 8:45. I opened the door, it was my parents! Before I could say anything, they walked into my room and literally screamed when they saw the girl in my bed. My friend was partially naked and my parents just told me to get myself together, and call them when I was ready and left.
Only in College…
From Anonymous:
I went out drinking last night instead of packing. This morning, my parents came up to help me move my stuff out of the dorms. I was taking some stuff down to the car. When I got back, my mom was holding my bong and my stash of marijuana. Oops, I forgot to hide that. I never told them about my smoking habits, but they were not surprised. Instead, my parents made a proposal to me. If I got at least a cumulative of 3.0 this past year, they would continue paying for college but I would need to get a job next school semester. If I don’t, well, they said they will only pay for the tuition, nothing else.
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From Anonymous:
So its St. Patricks day in Boston. Annual get shitfaced day. Me and a couple of my friends decided to wake up at 9am and start drinking. After a couple shots we headed over to the parade where we proceeded to have more drinks. By this time we were drunk. Its now about 2pm. We head back to the dorm and were about to take a nap when one of my friends calls me and tells us to head to a party. We never pass up on parties so we get up and go. We get there, have about 6 more beers each and bounce to another party. This was a smaller party, only 15 or so people. We played flip cup for about an hour and had more beers. Hooked up with random boys. It’s now maybe 7pm. We go back to the dorm and PASS OUTT! Wake up at 10pm and get another call and we go out again and go to our friends apartment where we drink more. Get back to the dorm at 2am and pass out. Had an 8am exam the next day. Woke up at 7am and went to class still drunk.
Only in College…
From Alayna:
I’m in the last week of my undergrad career and I was working on a group project and things weren’t going too well. None of us really could concentrate… It was a wednesday and the bar I work at has a promotion for FREE corn dogs. So our group made the decision to ditch the project and head over to have a drink and eat corn dogs. Well the corndogs got the best of all of us….we ended up playing a beer pong tournament and I spent over 100 dollars with my discount. I woke up the next morning too hung over to go to class.
I missed the very last class of my undergraduate career because I had gone out the night before for free corn dogs.
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From Anonymous:
Sometime in the first semester, I ran into a girl from one of my classes at a party. We chatted, and after a few drinks, we started getting really touchy/feely. At some point, we both went to the bathroom, where we ended up in a hot and heavy hook up session. Seeing as it was the only bathroom at the party, people started banging on the door telling us to hurry up. It was at this point that the girl I was with said she felt sick and started vomiting. At the same time, someone had gotten the owner of the house who proceeded to kick in the bathroom door. About 2 dozen people saw me with my pants down, with a full on boner, watching my topless hook up puke her brains out. Let’s just say I had A LOT of explaining to do.
Only in College…
From Anonymous:
We live on the top floor of an old 3 story house. I am not exaggerating, the stairs to our floor look like they are about to fall apart any second. When we walk in our apartment, our neighbors downstairs probably wanted to kill themselves. It made the most obnoxious noises ever, if you were blind folded, you would probably thought you were in a haunted house because of the cracking and squeaking noises. But hey, I’m not complaining, rent is cheap.
Last night, we had a party at our apartment to celebrate the beginning of summer. We had about 25-35 people over. Fast forward to sometime after midnight. Some girl decided to show her dancing skills off on our living room’s coffee table, two girls decided to join her. About 30 seconds later, one girl went flying off. I thought one of the legs broke on the coffee table, but nope, the leg was still in intact, the leg punctured through the flooring. Pretty sure, our neighbors want to kill us.
I haven’t called the landlord yet, I’m not sure if my neighbors will rat me out to the landlord. I’m still thinking of what to say…
Only in College…
From Anonymous:
After class one day, my art teacher asked me if I would like to model nude for one of her studio art class. She is a really nice lady, she told me about the class (class focused on individual set of muscles, and the model would strike a few poses for about fifteen minutes each). I would be reimbursed for my time obviously. I asked her if I could think about it and that I would get back to her by next class.
I did not have a problem with being nude, after all, I’ve been to plenty of nude beaches in Europe. The problem I have is the idea I might develop an erection during the poses which would be quite embarrassing. I contacted one of my friends who I knew has done a few nude posing for art classes for suggestions. He tells me to make sure I masturbated before going in.
Fast forward a couple of days. I made sure I took all the precautionary measures. I went into the classroom, greeted by my professor. There were about 10-15 students. The first pose was concentrated on my back. I felt more at ease when I heard this because they would not be able to see the front of my body. However, the next pose was the deal breaker. I was asked to sit in a chair with my elbows propped up on a table, so I was basically facing the students. I tried to keep my mind off my penis as much as possible. I tried to think about as much random stuff as possible, from food to lanterns (yes, lanterns).
It didn’t help because I then realized a really pretty artist which only worsen things. I tried to stay calm, but I could not help myself making eye contact with her. Before I know it, I had a full erection. The class did not seem to care, but I’m pretty sure my face was red.
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From Melissa:
It was a normal day in the library. That is, until three male students came sprinting in naked all screaming some nonsense. The best part occurred when one of the kids tripped over somebody’s backpack running around a table. He fell HARD and bashed his knee up really good! You could tell he wanted to cry and aid his knee, but couldn’t because well… he was naked and would get arrested if he stopped. So off he went, naked, bleeding from the knees, and no longer screaming nonsense.
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From Lulu:
I was at the library studying, it was about 3:30AM or so. I decided to go to the vending machine to get a snack. There weren’t many choices left, gum and popcorn. Go figure, all the goodies are gone. I decided to go with popcorn, I pop it into the microwave and push the popcorn button. I went to sit down on the couch and waited. I guess I fell asleep, because the next thing I know was the sprinklers in the room going off. Finds out, the automatic popcorn button doesn’t work (there was a HUGE sign right above the microwave on the board about it but I guess I was too tired to notice it). The fire department ended up coming.
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