From Al:
It was the first weekend of freshman year and we were scared shitless to drink in the dorms because we had heard so many stories of people getting into a lot of trouble for doing so. First offense is a hefty fine, second offense is an even heftier fine, and third offense is loss of housing privileges (and smoking in the dorms leads to way worse punishments).
My school parties a lot but partying in the dorms is not tolerated. Well, of course no one wanted the pregame to happen in their room, and I felt the burden of “making fun” fall onto me, just like it often did in high school. I had the gang in my room and we were taking way too many shots in way too little time. People who I was barely friends with were coming in and out of my room to pregame because they knew I would be alright with it.
Of course it got kind of rowdy and the on call R.A. came knocking on my door. Knock Knock- “Open Up.” “Hold on a second I’m just changing.” In 30 seconds we cleaned everything up, I threw my bathrobe on top of my clothes and I opened the door. Of course the R.A. was very suspicious of my changing in a room full of people but I ended up only getting a warning for having too many people in my room. What a relief….
We went outside the dorms to regroup and chill with the people at the “smokers benches” when my pal started throwing up everywhere- and I’m talking about the projectile kind of vomit that lands feet away from the person throwing up. Everyone scattered and there I was with this girl that I’ve known for one week, trying to keep her hair out of her face, holding her from behind because she was about to collapse.
A couple of R.A.s approached us, questioned us and took this girl off my hands. They were trying to take care of her when I noticed my friend was fine, and that they had the situation under control. No need for me to get in trouble for this, right? I noticed an opportunity and quietly stepped backwards until I was in the shadows with some bushes.
Only in College…
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