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The room on the twelfth floor of the Little Building, filled with heat excreting from our bodies, smelled of fading perfume and stale beer. There was the loud one, known for his excessive jewelry and contentious discourse; the funny one who always seems to be in a good mood when everyone else is not; the confident actor whose smile and charm can sway anyone’s opinion; the eccentric young woman whose distinctive smell and laugh can be recognized from miles away; the Politician whose generosity overshadows his sarcastic humor; the tranquil and considerate actress; the clearly audible and lusty actress; the blond superstar; the silly Cali-Brah; the crafty boy scout; and me, the girl who isn’t really sure who she is. As we sat there, all of us cross-legged except for the lucky fellow who got to sit in the wheelchair (that was stolen some random night in November), we enjoyed good stories and indulged in too much alcohol for a Wednesday night. During this exact moment, it finally sank in that freshman year was almost over. I still remember moving into
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the sky is wicked huge.
the Little Building. Not only was I surrounded by hundreds of kids, walking around with microwaves, sheets, and fridges, but was also bombarded by their overly excited, yet emotional parents. I escaped from the madness and put my things down in room 1216. The room was small, half the size of my room at home, with dirty carpet and stale white walls. I put my collage of high school friends on the wall next to my bed, unpacked my clothes, and put my books against the window. Now what? I asked myself over and over again. I slept. For about 13 hours and waited for my roommate
to move in before I peeled myself out of my rigid and dense mattress. Freshman year consists of two things: learning how to study and taking part in an immense amount of immature activity. Acting like an idiot and then reflecting can be the best way to learn. Sometimes during freshman year of college you just have to push shit to the limit. You have to test how far you can go before ruining your life and costing your parents 50,000 dollars. Have I ever been arrested? Thank God not, but ask yourself this: does taking more than enough vodka shots and peeing your pants on the T sound