The nights I spent drunk during my first quarter of college far out number the nights I spent sober. We were not alcoholics we were freshman. I don’t know what it was about drinking that quarter, but my friends and I just couldn’t get enough out it. Okay, maybe now we sound like addicts. But, in reality we were young and drunk and weren’t wise enough to know there were other ways to have fun. But, wisdom and freshman year seldom go together and I’m a firm believer that, that is just the circle of life. Freshman will be dumb, sophomores with slump, juniors will act more mature than they should and seniors will spend an entire year trying to wish their way back to the past. So if you’re a freshman now… live it up, be more than just ridiculous, break something, make noise during quiet hours, be controversial, because when you’re a senior you’ll need those crazy moments to cherish when you’re old and boring.
The dorms are an amazing part of college; one reason is simply because of how awful they are. They really make you cherish all kinds of weird things like: personal space, being able to shower without shoes on, not having hours that involve the word: silent or having some awful rodent next door that rats you out for every late night cardio sesh you decide to have with your roommate (maybe that was just me, but still). Other than the realizations you have while living in a jail type setting, you’ll never be able to live with so many of your closest friends again. And living so close your dearest pals means committing acts of chaos has never been so fun or so easy.
For me, one of the highlights of my freshman year was constantly messing with the message board in the lobby of my dorm. The message board was a place for people to post campus events and notify students of boring new policies. The posters never stayed up for too long because my friends and I were always stealing the signs and hanging them up in our own room. Finally, one day the rodent next door caught on to us. The rodent as we called her actually filed a complaint against us and “claimed” we were disturbing the community atmosphere of the dorm by not allowing others to see the optional and planned events. We tried to explain to her that even if people had known about the events, they wouldn’t have attended. I believe the complaint also mentioned, “hoarding”… pure ridiculousness on that account, we were simple avid collectors. Since we knew everyone else on the floor, we deducted that the rodent was the cause of our woes. If she wanted notification of campus events, well we would notify her…. Of everything. That night my best friends and I may or may not have thrown a casual dorm party, proceeded to get belligerently drunk and cause a little mayhem. This was the kind of drunk that leads to faux-clever actions, ya know the kind of actions that only you and the others involved think are funny, yeah well it was that kind of night. Thus we went out and collected all the flyers from around campus… I’m talking hundreds. We then proceeded to decorate her door with all the flyers we had, we slipped a few (aka, around 70) under her door and led the RA to the real “flyer-hoarder and community atmosphere destroyer”. The rodent was speechless. Like literally… she couldn’t talk, she had just had surgery and got her tonsils removed. Oops.
The lesson: have some fun, mess with your neighbors and don’t get caught. Like I said, when you’re old and boring, you’re going to need dumb stories to make you feel alive again.