That’s My Prerogative

College is full of random moments.  One time my roommates and I fed drunk kids cookies outside our window like a drive thru.  Another time we went mudsliding on the soccer field.  We even started a water balloon fight on the quad.  But this story beats all the rest…

One night on the way from one bar to another we walked past the firehouse, with some firefighters standing outside.  They invited us in, so of course we gladly ran in.  First they took us upstairs to slide down the fire pole…not an easy thing to do when you’re drunk.  Then when we were all at the bottom we put their uniforms on.  But the best part was when they gave me the axe to hold (that was pretty heavy).  How often does one get to do something as random as this?  And now that I’m thinking about it, good thing the alarm didn’t go off while we were there.

Shocking can be good like a surprise party, but it can also be a bad eye opener.  And this story involves the latter…

As described earlier I once dated two guys at the same time.  And it came to an end because it was stressful, but I also because I realized that one of them was the doing the same thing to me, but on a much great scale.  Through a mutual friend I found out he also had his “eye” on three other girls at the same time.  I’m not sure if they were all aware of the situation, but once I found out I didn’t let it end that easy…I confronted him.  

After I told him what I found out, his face transformed into the most perplexed expression I’ve ever seen.  He had no idea what to say.  Instead he just left without muttering much to explain his side of it, that being because there was no other side. 

This was the first time I realized that’s how some people function.  Until then I was blinded by the ways of college boys.  The aftermath left me so shocked and I spent many hours trying to find an explanation.  I finally came to the conclusion that he did it because he could, there was nothing in place to stop him from doing it…so in his mind…”why not?”

Before I tell you the story of my sketchiest moment I need to give you some background.  For one reason or another, I am always the one in my group of friends to be hit on by the bouncers.  I have no idea why, so if someone can explain this phenomenon…please do.  So here we go…

I’m out with my friends when one bouncer decides I’m his lucky girl of the night.  When he talked to me I didn’t really know what to say back because I really didn’t want to entertain the thought in either of our heads; instead I just made some nervous laughter.  The night went on and I was back with my friends when he pulls one of them aside. 

I might be making a big assumption but I think she must have been pretty drunk by this point, because otherwise her giving him my number just wouldn’t make any sense.  So I get up to fix this situation when he starts telling me that he is enlisting in the army and will be leaving soon.  To prove it he showed me his shaved head which was covered by a hat because he was too ashamed of how he looked.  And like a member of the armed forces, he needed someone to write love letters to, and lucky me I was the chosen one. 

Can you say sketch ball? 

My poorest showing (head shaking moment) while at college was definitely the time when my all girl intramural team played the women’s soccer team in basketball. 

First let’s understand my team.  Only one player on our team had any real basketball experience and the rest of us were there with little basketball knowledge.  Not to mention that most of us were shorter. 

The women’s soccer team was just so intimidating.  They were fast, had great ball skills, and knew how to work together.  They knew how to exploit mismatches and could actually shoot (our team’s biggest scoring game was 12 points).

Needless to say, we didn’t have much of a chance, but the worst part was that it got physical.  They were pushing on us and we did out best to push back, but I don’t think I really affected anyone’s game.  Our team had enough and we were showing it, but one of our players went a bit further…she threw a fit. 

She threw the ball as hard as she could, yelled, and ran off.  I’ve never been more embarrassed in my life.  I was so embarrassed that I actually started laughing.  I tried to apologize for her behavior but in a way I’m glad someone did something because this game was completely unfair.  Looking back at it now, it still makes me laugh, but I also know that I’d rather not relive that moment.

Have someone hit your dog or hit your kid?

College is coming to end, and I’ve decided to relive the best moments of all four years right here at TMP.  Of course all times cannot be remembered in a week, so there are some that will not make the cut.  But after thinking about this for a while I can gladly say there is nothing I regret.  There are moments I’d rather not relive, but nothing I regret.  One of those being dating two guys at time.

Ah yes, sophomore year…I didn’t do it on purpose, it was never a goal like it seems to be for most men between 18-25…it just sort of happened.  It ended cause it was just way to stressful for me to handle by myself.  How do people do that all the time?  Plus I felt horrible for both of them even one was doing a similar thing to me.  Luckily neither ever found out about each other, and I still talk to them now.  Kinda weird how stuff pans out.  Oh well anyway, the college review starts next week just in time for finals. So grab your notebooks, pens, and graphing calculators this could get complicated.

Last night was kind of a big deal at my school.  It was what we call Civ Scream.  The student body forms a large circle on the quad and madness ensues.  The event is suppose to be for freshman and sophomores to release the tension they are feeling from studying for their civ final, but it is really taken on by upperclass men since they have the opportunity to be drunk with no finals the next day. 

In the past we’ve seen such classics like the naked girl jumping on a pogo stick and a couch burning up in flames.  This year included a duel like two knights with two naked boys one on a skateboard the other on a bike with brooms acting as swords.  We also had a lovely fireworks display until college security got to it.  But most of all, I’m proudest of my roommates, who left nothing to be desired.  Last night they accomplished the goal they set for themselves four years ago.  But to keep their identities hidden that’s all I’m going to say.  As for me, I held their clothes and met them on the other side.  I know I talk a lot about getting out of my comfort zone, but I do have some pride that I’d like to keep for myself.

When I was at work last night my coworker asked me, “Do you have a good fake id?”  To which I sadly replied, “No I have a real one.”

Last year when I turned 21 I was so depressed.  I refused to celebrate my birthday, didn’t take phone calls, and even went so far as to take the date off my facebook page.  To me, 21 was nothing new.  I had already had drinks and gotten drunk, so really nothing was changing; instead, it was more of a milestone that I wasn’t a kid anymore.  I was getting old! 

I can gladly say, I that crisis has passed and with my birthday coming up I want to plan something big to make up for last year.  But the problem is where to have it.  Everyone knows the best ideas are never planned and are spontaneous, but we do need a location to at least start at.  I’m thinking the beach but I do have issues with that.  The biggest being, I’m not a fan of sand sticking to you after you’ve been in the ocean.  But if it’s at the right time (later on), this might work.  Ugh, I think I remember why I hate birthday parties.

Can I just say I went to go buy a song on iTunes (I know…who does that?), when it stopped me because it was confused by my address.  So I went to my profile and then couldn’t stop laughing for a good five minutes.  When I made my profile I was inspired by one of my favorite shows, “The Simpson.”  It looked a little something like this:

Name: Jane Doe

Address: 123 fake street; fakeville, RI 02918

Phone: 123-456-7890

‘Nuff said.

I have been so busy the past few weeks due my dance show that took place this past weekend.  We were having last minute rehersals up until the show, but I must say all the hard work payed off.  I was in two hip hop performances and modern dance. 

The first hip hop  was a mix of Kanye’s “Workout Plan,” Missy’s “I’m Really Hot,” and Unk’s “Walk It Out.”  The moves were pretty cool, there was even a push-up pyramid.  But by far the best part about it were the costumes.  We were told to wear 80s work out wear with tons of bright colors.  So of course me and my roommates went all out.  I was wearing a bright turquoise shirt with an exaggered cut out for my neck, with a racerback top underneath.  On the bottom I had grey leggins with orange runner’s shorts over them and of course bright pink pumas and knee high striped socks to match.  Oh and let’s not forget about the sparkley gold headband and red scrunchie.  When I get pictures I’ll upload them so you can have a good laugh.

The second hip hop dance was to two songs: “Get It Shawty” by Lloyd and “Now Drop” by Timbaland.  The first performance of it went well, but on the second night we had a bit of an accident.  One of the male dancers was jumping over another when he landed awkwardly on his bad knee (I hope he’s doing better now).  I didn’t even realize he wasn’t there till a point where I dance with him.  So I turned to my roommate (while on stage…not a good idea) and asked, “where is he?”  Instead of answer I got “the look,” so I just kept going and found out later.

The modern dance was one my roommate choreographed to Les Miserables’ song “Do You Hear the People Sing?” Apparently from what I heard this was the one dance in the show that was unlike any other and really stood out.  I even heard we brought people to the edge of their seats and had a few on the verge of tears because it was just like the actual performance in the musical.

Hopefully I’ll get the pictures up soon.  Right now they’re on my mom’s camera and she’s a little technology challenged, so you won’t see them until I upload them.  Until then, imagine as best you can.