College For Idiots: Crazy Stories

So far I learned several things in college. Some were good and some were traumatizing but overall I had enjoyed my first three months of college.

One weekend in early December I decided to visit one of my good friends from back home at USC (as in the University of South Carolina). That Friday see drove up to Clemson to pick me up and take me back to Columbia with her. I didn’t have a car so I wasn’t able to drive to USC.

The weekend went pretty well. I was spending some time away from my boyfriend and I learned that I definitely picked the right school to attend.

I saw several people from my high school that I hadn’t seen since graduation which was a bit strange. It was especially strange because we all ended up at the same party. I guess preppy rich kids all cling to the same type of parties.

That weekend I tried my first party punch, jungle juice, or whatever you want to call it. I then realized why Everclear was illegal in several states and why party punch was such a popular drink.

Around four the next morning I woke still drunk that was a sign. I shouldn’t have drunk an entire cup of punch, oh well.

That Sunday, after lunch, my friend drove me back to Clemson. Two hours later we walked into my apartment and for some strange reason my bedroom door was closed.

Whatever, it was my bedroom it was safe to walk in it. Apparently I was wrong. The door was not locked and to my surprise my roommate was having sex with her boyfriend on my bed. My friend and I screamed then slammed the door shut.

A few minutes later my friend left to head back to USC. I’m surprised she didn’t sprint out of the apartment. She had already been disturbed by the events Halloween weekend when we found sperm all over the pullout couch in the common room.

She would probably never want to come to Clemson again. After she left I immediately called my boyfriend and asked him to come pick me up from my apartment.

I had been having several problems with my roommates as is so this was the final straw. I like my roommates they were just impossible to live with.

A few minutes later my roommate who was having sex on my bed walked in the room and said: “I thought you had moved out.” Okay, yeah I moved out that is why my stuff was still in the room. That was a logical comment. Oh well.

As I waited for my boyfriend to pick me up I began packing all my stuff. I promptly called my best friend at school and asked her if I could stay with her for the next few weeks until I got the dorm room change.

I also took the time for him to arrive to dispose of the channel changer that my roommate apparently has sex on top of and may have some point shoved in an orifice of her’s or her boyfriend’s.