The College Years: A Short Rehashing

For those of you who did not know me then, here are a few classics from my time in college. For those of you who did know me, enjoy this little trek down memory lane.

Freshman year. There was this cute girl in my Child Psych class. We started talking because she sat right behind me. And we got along great. After a little while, I asked her out for either lunch or coffee. And she said yes. I was pumped. As soon as I got back to my dorm, I told all my friends about this. I kept going on and on about how great this girl was. And then the class before our date, I find out the catch. Not only is this girl not single; not only did she think we were hanging out as friends; oh no. This girl was engaged. (I never saw the ring. I swear.) And pregnant. Yeah, I hit on and asked out a pregnant engaged chick....without realizing it. We're still facebook friends today.

Halloween freshman year. I decided to go trick-or-treating. It was great. We got tons of candy. And went to the house of one of the deans (by accident). When we showed up, she asked us "Are you guys Case student?" We replied 'yes' very hesitantly and then she laughed (with us, not at us) as she gave us candy. But here is the best part. Not only did one of the friends I was with go as a STD, but I went as Quail Man...from Doug. You can see my awesome costume on the right.

One time, my pants were dirty. So I washed them...and they were still dirty. I washed them again and then they were clean. Whew. Close one.

There was the time I spent money on a Patrick Ramsey jersey (probably the worst waste of money ever in my life...worse than the pimp suit this year). But not only did I buy this jersey; I actually wore it out in public. I know I wore it to a party once. My friends brother used to think of me as "the guy in the Ramsey jersey". That is never a good thing. Oh, and Ramsey played on Monday Night Football this past year for the Denver Broncos when Jay Cutler got injured. He lasted abut 1.5 quarters before Mike Shanahan realized that Cutler at like 50% was still much better than Ramsey at 100%.

Sophomore year. It was approximately 2 days before the start of classes, but my friends and I were all at school already. And this one night we were bored and decided to walk over to the frisbee house. We walked the 15 minutes or so and hung out for a while. But at the end of the evening, someone challenged my drinking abilities. I had to prove them wrong immediately. I took the bottle of vodka that was on the table and poured myself a tall glass of it. I then proceeded to chug the glass of vodka. But don't worry. I was OK. However, on the walk home, I really had to pee. I decided to run home. It was about a 10/15 minute run...plus the Elephant Stairs. The name should give you an idea of the enormity of the staircase. But once I got back to my dorm room and peed, I was OK. I decided to go to bed. A few of my friends were still in the common room at this point. I change and lay down in bed. About 5 minutes later, I feel it. All that vodka had decided to re-enter the world the same way it left it - through my mouth. I had no time to make it to a trashcan. I puked some on my closet door and some on my floor. The rest went into my hand. I then proceeded to walk to the one bathroom we had in our suite holding my vomit-filled hand up to my mouth and splattering a little. One of my friends promptly left. The others simply stared.

More to come soon (I hope): the "Loree" story, the naked story, the golf cart story, the fohawk story, and a real entry or 2.

Don't ask me why.