The Clean-Up of Shame

The Clean-Up of Shame
There are a lot of freedoms that go along with attending college as a freshman. You have the freedom to choose your own classes, work when you want to work, party when you want to party, and piss yourself… sometimes worse. It may have been my freshman naivety, but I saw some things last year that I in no way expected, so I am imparting this knowledge to you now.

The chain of messy events probably started one night when my roommate’s brother (already graduated) came back and took him out to the bars. My roommate woke up the next morning, looked up at me real quick and asked, “How did I get here?” My laughter was quickly silenced when he sat up and moved his blanket, revealing a shirt that was wet up to his chest. “It doesn’t smell like urine…” But smells can be deceiving.

Only a few weeks later another friend of mine managed to take in large amounts of alcohol and squeeze out a baby ruth in his friends dorm room. He now has a facebook group touting him as “**** up extraordinaire”. This goes along with two other fraternity incidents I happened to have witnessed involving similar ramifications. So freshman, I’m telling you that:

A) You’re going to see this
B) If you don’t monitor yourself, it will be you, and you’ll never hear the end of it

So I ask you, do you want to be remembered for something you have no recollection of?

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