TooMuchTooSoon

So, clearly I haven’t written a post in about 2 weeks. I have been extremely busy.

That’s what being a Greek on a major University campus will do to you. You get so consumed in your activities that you have no time for ANYTHING. Not even posting something that takes 5 minutes out of your day. This specific lapse in writting revolves around the time of the season (no, not the Zombies song).

It is Homecoming season. My school goes all out for Homecoming, and rightfully so. Greeks especially go all out, what with everything they do. We make floats, pomp, do skits, have a blood drive, do service, decorate the city. It’s crazy. It lasts literally almost 3 weeks at times. It’s insane.

This specific time, I’ve been busy making props for our skits, making backgrounds, just being super busy. It’s almost over though. Our skits are tonight, and Greek Town is buzzing.

That’s one of the best parts about being Greek. We all put in so much work, especially on our campus, and when these times come around, it’s so exciting and thrilling to be a Greek. All anyone can talk about is their skit, homecoming stuff, etc. As grueling and annoying as it may be, it’s the most fun. I wouldn’t want it any other way.

Now that my 5 minutes of down time are up, I must go… maybe I’ll write a little more in a few weeks once this is all over.

Don’t forget about that sweet Hotel party story.

While trying to come up with amazing stories from my first semester of Freshman year, the only one that stands out in my mind is our Hotel Party. Now… this was probably the most fun we had freshman year, and definitely the one thing we will all remember.

The Monday of Finals week, yes our first ever Finals week, we rented out two rooms at the Motel 6 in town, in not the best of areas. Anyway, it was myself, Chatham, CS, Wheaton, DumbKid, the tall annoying kid, the short annoying kid, the two girls (the one with the pretzel mascot and the one from texas) and Owasso. There was a one or two others, but they’re not big players in the storyline.

So we filled up the bathtub with ice, put all our beer in there, and each had our own handle/fifth of alcohol. My weapon of choice was Captain Morgan, my favorite up until then, and now just amidst the things I can stand. Needless to say, we all go really drunk really fast, and it was an absolutely amazing time.

Rewind to the weekend before this, Owasso’s boyfriend and her broke up, and it was ugly. He apparently pushed her into the street outside our dorm. Now, not in front of traffic or anything, but he still pushed her… SUPPOSEDLY. Now, my roommate, Wheaton, doesn’t take very kindly to that, and was not very happy.

Fastforward back to the party. This kid calls his girlfriend, and he’s hammered, and is asking where we are, but we wouldn’t tell him. He eventually followed this really stupid kid and found where we were. Owasso and Texas girl were in one of the rooms, and we weren’t going to let him get in. He turns the corner after coming upstairs, and Wheaton meets him right there. We could tell this kid was drunk and high, and that didn’t help his cause. We refused to let him passed, and Wheaton told him to leave immediately, but that didn’t happen. He tried to push passed him, at which point Wheaton said ‘fuck that’ and socked him in the face. There was for sure a scuffle and a few more punches thrown. Wheaton was also at the point of almost going up and over the edge of the railing outside, but we kept him back in.

Separating the two wasn’t the end. No no… it was only the beginning…

Stay Tuned

Everyone knows you’re ‘not supposed to drink in the res halls’ but no one ever really adheres to that. As long as you aren’t stupid and blast music are yell to someone to have them pass you the vodka or another beer, you’re not going to really get into trouble.

I’ve been on both sides of the spectrum, lived in a dorm and was an RA in the same dorm. Let’s just say it’s not that hard to drink without getting caught, because we did it all freshman year (almost, hence the point of this story), and I didn’t even have to question anybody, for the most part, when I was an RA. Be smart, don’t be a moron, that should go without saying.

Anyway, freshman year… It was the short annoying kid’s birthday, and we were all drinking in his room. We were not out of control, not doing anything stupid. The music was on very low, we were all just sitting around and having a good time. I was snapping some pictures, just because I wanted to document all the fun times we had being fresman.

Well, sure enough, I had a little too much to drink that night and didn’t really think everything I did through all the way. So I went back to my room, put the pictures on my computer, and put them on good ol’ Facebook. No one said anything, we were laughing at them, and I think we even tried to put up ones ‘without’ alcohol in them, but we were drunk and that clearly didn’t work.

About a week later, I got an IM from my RA telling me we needed to talk. Turns out one of the other RAs in the hall found them from some other kids profile, and because we were drinking in the dorm, we got written up. Sure enough, I immediately took them off, and we awaited our doom.

That all happened in December, and we didn’t get talked to until the end of February. And nothing happened. Ever. It was ridiculous that they made us wait forever to talk to them, and then nothing happened. Good times.

Turns out in the end, I’m friends with the RA who reported us, and we all have a great story to tell about our ignorance… umm, my ignorance…

But like I said, it’s really easy to get away with it, just don’t be ignorant…

At my school, I am a tour guide, showing prospective students and their parents the school. As part of the job, we are required to walk backwards while we talk about everything, as to make the experience more personal and fun.

One of the fun parts about that, though, is when people don’t tell you what’s coming up behind you, and then you walk into it. It wouldn’t be that bad if you were expecting it, but you usually aren’t. That abrupt shock you get through your body, plus the ounce of pain, isn’t all that fun.

I gave a tour just today, and back into two supports, a door, and a wall. It’s a great time when you see the eyes of the people you’re talking to widen, and you don’t know why… but once you realize it, it’s too late because you’re hitting the object.

The reason I bring this up is because I was recently told that not every campus has their tour guides walk backwards. I want to tell you, it’s really not that bad. We weren’t taught how to do it, but you just have to get down the whole talking about something, walking backwards, looking at people, and being aware of what’s around you as to not hit it. It is quite a feat, but it’s really not that hard at all.

The hard part is getting people to tell you what’s about to happen.

Also, never wear flip-flops while walking backwards. Shoes with no backs tend to come off easily, especially if you step in mud, and your shoe suctions down, and your foot comes out and lands in the mud.

Note: Tip your tour guides.

Everybody is always concerned with their first impressions on people. Something about making them think you’re not a psycho or something really gets people concerned with what they do or how they act.

The best first impression I’ve ever seen, well, more like heard of, was of my good friend Chatham. It wasn’t so much of a first impression more so than trying to impress a girl, but you can’t have an impression without trying to impress.

So it was the first weekend of Freshman year, or second, but who’s counting. We were all going around to random frat parties, just having a great time getting drunk and whatnot. Plus, most of it was free because we were ‘potential recruits’. Anyway, we were in this really shitty house, in their basement referred to as ‘the cave’ and we had been getting drunk all night. Chatham decides it’s time for him to become bartender, and gets behind their bar and starts dealing us out drinks. Sure enough, after a few minutes some other people tried to get drinks, and he realized quickly that his fun was over. We finished what we had and then got out of there (just before the cops came too).

Now, I had gone home after this for some other reasons, but I heard all about this story and I wish I was there. Apparently, Chatham had found a gallon of milk filled up pretty far, and decided he wanted to chug it. The reason he was doing this was to ‘impress’ a girl and try to get her number. For some reason he thought if he chugged this milk, it would lead him to get her number.

So he chugged, and eventually puked everywhere (not sure if right after or a little while later), but it was still funny enough. The girl did give him her number, but we later found out it was a fake number, of course.

One of the funniest parts of the story is that towards the end of our second semester sophomore year, we found out who the girl was. It turned out it was someone who had known through common friends, and had eventually kind of become friends with her. We didn’t find out she was the one he chugged the milk for for a while, but when we did it was certainly quite ironic.

The stupidity some people go through to make first impressions, or trying to get someones number, is beyond me…

So, like I have previously said, I go to a fairly large school with a good football team. Tailgating is a huge part of our Saturday mornings, or afternoons. While all of the other tailgates are fun, there was one from my freshman year that was pretty fun.

The night before a game one week, one of the girls on my floor had her Aunt and Uncle come in the night before and set up their tailgate. Of course, we were all invited and they had all the booze and food we could have dreamed for. That was a great start to the night. So, we pre-gamed with whatever we had left in our fridges, then headed over to the tailgate.

Sure enough, the little trailer thing they had was all set up, food ready to go, and the beer nice and cold. We all started drinking, listening to music, hanging out, and just having a grand old time. It’s memories like these that help create an amazing freshman year. Anyway, the excessive amount of alcohol led to a few occurrences.

Besides all of us drunk dialing our friends, I happened to dial up BOTH of my parents. My mom didn’t answer, so I left her a message, but my dad happened to pick up at 12:30 at night. I held a ten minute conversation on the phone with him for the first time while at college. The best part is that he didn’t know about it until one of my friends back home told him at the gym a few days later. Sure enough, I heard all about it, but he didn’t really make a big deal about it. It was more funny than anything… especially for me.

All in all, this night was an absolutely amazing way to spend a freshman year friday. Tailgating is way to much fun to not do it. If you don’t go to a school where there is a lot of tailgating, or good football… go to a tailgate. It’s so so so so so much fun.

Just, get shitty… and enjoy some football…