Today has been such a lazy day. Lounging around with a close friend, smoking bowls, reminiscing about our freshman days. A perfect Saturday. Grabbed the leftovers of Visit Day at the CC. Fuck you Bon Appeitit, it's so annoying that they only make good food on Visit Days, but I was pretty fucking stoned today, so I either way I was primed for a good meal.
Going back to the deep conversations I had today, about family, about our community of friends, and finally about freshman year, I spent over an hour going through old photo albums on Facebook, and videos I had saved on my computer.
Freshman year...what can I say about freshman year... I honestly think my first couple quarters here at Otterbein were the best times of my life. I cycled through friends like candy until I found my soulmates...people I was supposed to have in my life. Never again will I be able to smoke and drink as much as I did then, and I bet many of you readers can say the same.
I believe college is supposed to help you by providing a world unlike the rest of the world for you to try and become who you truly are. I found a community of friends similar to me. We are the hot fucking messes, brilliant, and stark raving mad. My favorite memories include: one of the first weeks I was here I reached a state of total annihilation of fuckery due to drinking way too much, going to a math exam still drunk wearing makeup reminiscent of some poor Halloween costume gone terribly wrong and cheating off who would become one of my best friends while we shared a calculator and pencil, and staying with one of my best friends and diving into my cocaine driven days of mess. Late nights, staying up until stores could start selling alcohol again in the morning, blacking out, passing out in front of my dorm, vomiting onto Polaris Parkway as my mom drove us to the mall.
I know many of you could tell a similar story. I can just imagine my freshman year compared to others. I knew, sitting in my lecture class, the students around me sat with utter dismay and judgement as I would stumble in reeking of a keg, cigarettes, and shame. The people I just came from hanging out with would just laugh and crack a few jokes if they saw me in the same state.
One of my best friends claims his favorite memories of freshman included the time he tripped on acid in his dorm and ran up and down the stairs screaming and yelling and laughing hysterically with one of his close friends. Another of my friends includes in her favorite memories the times we spent together during the winter, and the night we tripped on acid and journeyed through Westerville. I can take partial responsibility for taking her freshman innocence that winter, and creating a whiskey drinking pot smoking son of a bitch in her. I just talked with a current freshman, and asked her what favorite memory might be so far, and her reply is as follows, " Oh my gosh, every day of my life... especially including Rage Term as a whole."
I love sitting around and telling stories of an Otterbein that few will have the chance to experience.Yes, there have been casualties along the way, including the morals and conscience you once knew and took pride in.
But I hope some of you take the chance to step out of your pathetic fucking box of a life and open your eyes. Smoke your first bowl this weekend (trust me, I'm doing you a favor).
Til next time...
Party on motherfuckers!
xoxo TO
What's Rage Term?
ReplyDeleteRage term.... J term.
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