College Daze

So a coworker was discussing her daughter, who is readying herself for college. Her daughter is concerned because her new roommate is a big drinker and she (supposedly) is not.

It reminded me of a story from my college days. I was always a big partier, and never passed up a good time. But when I was at orientation, and we had to get up very early in the morning for entrance exams so I wanted to be well-rested to take a test that would dictate where I fell ni the grand scheme of things. Would I be in the advanced classes or the dummy ones? This was exceedingly important, and I was not about to phuck it up for one night of fun.

I got stuck with a random roommate who was a complete beyotch. The night before exams, I came back to the room and went to bed at a reasonable hour after studying. Around midnight, the door opens, and this hor comes in, turns the lights on, and tries "sneaking in" about 10 other people into the room for a party. Never asked me if I wanted to have a party or if it was okay. Just showed up, drunk and unruly.

I was so pissed off! So I got up after about a half hour of it and asked them to leave. After calling me a few unkind names, they left. A couple of hours later the roommate came back. My alarm clock was set for 6am. When it went off, the roommate was passed out in a drunken stupor. I got up, took a shower, came back in the room and got ready, unplugged that bitch's alarm clock, and headed off for the test.

Oh yeah, that's right. I unplugged her alarm clock.

About an hour into the entrance exam, she came running in to the room. She was still in her pajamas, hair a mess, and utterly disheveled. I looked up at her and smiled and went back to taking my test.

I never saw her around campus after that. I guess she didn't pass her test... Awww... too bad!