The lurid-underbelly of College
Or something like that.
High school counselors can do a great job of helping you get into college, but what if you get there and your roommate is a nudist or a slob? What if the classes are harder than you thought, and the food is worse than you imagined?
Or in my case, a smoker. Of cigarettes as well as certain other things. To the point that I couldn't stand to use my towel after a shower because it had absorbed the previous day's noxious fumes.
Ah, the memories!
2 comments:
Pepperdine....
How about this for a college roomate story? Turns out my first assigned roomate at college was a guy I went to high school with.
Sounds kinda ok, right?
Except for the fact that he was my sworn enemy and had absolutely detested each other for years. Good stuff.
Yes, people at Pepperdine smoked pot. They even drank beer.
Your story is better though.
My very first room-mate was a yell-leader for the cheer squad. Stuff that makes you go "Hhhmmm..."
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