Freshman year is the time to embrace the freedom of living away from home for the first time. Most of us will choose to stay in a dorm the first year, which results in so many crazy experiences that we would all love to someday relive- half of them of which we can’t remember from being too drunk on those extra wild nights. During my freshman year, I went out with my roommate and close friends almost every night of the week. Let’s say it eventually caught up to me, but I’ve assembled so many memories from that one year I would never want to take back.
There’s one night stands out to me in particular. My close friends and I decided to go to one of the local bars in Tallahassee, Potbelly’s, on a typical Thursday. We pregamed in my dorm room with disgusting Four Lokos and stumbled our way out the door, trying our best to act normal as we passed the workers at the front desk. Beware: the workers are usually out to snag the freshmen that are out of control. (That was us.) There’s something all too obvious about a freshman getting a soda out of the vending machine at 11PM all dressed up on a Saturday night. Only one thing comes to mind- the soda is to be used as a chaser, not a refreshing beverage. After successfully passing the workers, we decided to drunkenly run to the bar in our 5-inch heels and short skirts instead of taking a cab. It took us 20 minutes to get there, but we barely noticed with our free spirit attitudes. Cover charge was $10, so in the hopes of not having to pay, we hopped the fence when the bouncers weren’t looking and asked some random seniors leaving the bar for their 21 and over bands. We were only 18 at the time, so this was the only option if we wanted to drink without getting thrown out. The night started off perfect, as we got the bands and successfully hopped the fence. It quickly turned into pitchers on pitchers of rum and coke- so many pitchers that we demolished within seconds.
We danced, met a ton of new people, and eventually made our way home with our new group of friends, by again, running. No cab, just running. I thought it was a good idea to present my dorm room as the new hangout spot for “all my cool new friends.” Once we got to the dorm with our Jimmy John’s subs in hand, (food stops are always a necessity at 1AM) we kept the party going in the dorm and invited some of our other friends to hang out and keep drinking. The RA continuously told us to tone it down with loud knocks on my door, which resulted in quick shoves of vodka under my bed before responding, but we laughed it off and knew she wouldn’t actually taken any kind of action to get us in trouble. About 20 of us played every drinking game imaginable, from Kings to Flip Cup in a stuffy dorm room the size of a walk-in closet. My roommate’s trunk was used as a table for the games. As the games became more intense and everyone became drunker, we decided it was a good idea to run around the campus like baboons screaming. You know those obnoxious drunk people you can’t stand at 2 in the morning when you’re trying to get your beauty sleep? That was us. We were the ninth floor obnoxious students who consistently turned down ice cream dorm socials for vodka outings instead. There was no reasoning to any of our decisions at this point. Our running around the campus eventually led us to run along the sidewalk of the main street of Tallahassee, Tennessee Street, to Chickfila. We wanted to indulge in even more food. Without a car, we walked through the drive-thru and got multiple impatient beeps and stares from those who actually had a car and needed the 3Am pick-me-up after the library. But we successfully got our food from walking through the drive-thru, and again, ran back home to our dorm.
When we finally called it a night and went to sleep, I noticed one of my close friends didn’t walk into her room, but instead, walked into the dorm kitchen. I shrugged it off too drunk to care, and quickly fell asleep to find out the next morning that she slept on the kitchen floor all night. The thought of the disgusting, smelly kitchen floor was appealing to her drunken mind, which still baffles us to this day. Laughing uncontrollably, I woke her up. She confusedly glanced at me and quickly ran her way over to the bathroom to throw up the alcohol that was still in her body from the night before (or morning). This was an old box of Franzia red wine that we kept in our fridge for “emergencies.” The bathroom looked like a murder scene from the amount she threw up, and of course, decided not to clean it. The poor cleaning ladies would not be happy when they found it later that day. An hour later, I found one of my close guy friends asleep on the stairs leading up to the 10th floor, laying in the the most uncomfortable position imaginable. Why don’t my friends like to sleep in their own beds?
When we all finally gathered ourselves, we made our way down to the dining hall to recover our bodies with greasy breakfast and talk about the events of the night we could and couldn’t remember. We usually worked together to put the pieces together. The conversations usually went along the lines of, “Oh my gosh, you hooked up with this ugly guy at the bar,” and “Oh, I wish we didn’t eat all that food after drinking that much alcohol. The freshman 15 is all too real.” Despite our pounding headaches, obnoxious complaints, and complete lack of sleep, we would do it all again that next night, starting with four lokos once again in our one and only pregame spot- my dorm.
Let’s say that several of these nights occurred throughout my first semester of college. And I love that I can look back and laugh over them for simply surviving, as I now dedicate most of my Saturday nights to papers and studying. I’ve learned it’s important to have loads of fun your first year, because the real deal with classes and work will hit hard for the subsequent three years. Freshman year is for wild nights and immense amounts of fun. Is there something you’ve always wanted to crazily experience, but never got the chance to while living at home? Do it your first year, especially when you live in a dorm. You will most likely be located close to the bars and meet all different types of people that’ll become your random drinking buddies when in need. Take advantage while you can!