From Tom:
This happened in my freshmen year in the dorms. I had planned to drink the night after I conquered 3 exams in the same day. Immediately after my last exam, I dashed back to my dorm room and started celebrating by pounding shots of vodka to release my stress. It was a Tuesday night, so my friends did not partake in my fiesta. Call me an alcoholic, but everyone should understand the pressure and anxiety that comes along with studying for 3 exams on the same day! I do not remember what happened the rest of the night, but according to my friends and the housefellow’s report, this is the story:
I went to dinner with them. We got food, but for some smart reason, I left after one bite into my sandwich, called my friend, “You’re a fag.” Sprinted back to my room, but not before I stole eggs from somewhere, and threw the eggs at our dorm floor’s bulletin board. The bulletin board was right outside the housefellow’s room. She heard me giggling when I threw the eggs, followed me back to my room where she found me puking in my room with the door open. My friends finished their late dinner and mine, and they found the housefellow holding me up to make sure my puke would make it into the trash can. Our housefellow wanted to take me to detox but thankfully my friends somehow convinced her that I did not need to go to detox and that they will take turns watching me to make sure I don’t die.
I woke up tomorrow with the worst hangover of my life: like knives penetrating through my head. What made matter was, I had to meet with the dorm officials. They kicked me out of the dorm for underage drinking. Good, because according to my friends, the dorm room reeked of my vomit smell for the rest of the semester. I hated my roommate anyways.
Only in College…