My freshman year was unique. Academically, I did awesome (3.75) but friendship wise not so great. I lived this ghetto dorm (Gamma) and the girls I had the wonderful joy of sharing the bathroom with were absolute pigs. We had two girls actually get into fist fights about twice a week until one was kicked out. I had a girl that just did not like me. She was of course best friends with my roomate (sp?) and thought it fun to prank call me at odd times.
It's all good though because as I was getting off the field after a halftime show, I hear this girl screaming "BITCH" repeadetly at the top of her lungs. I look and loh and behold it's my ex-roomates best friend. I look at her, say her name and wave. That was the best
That made my freshman year worthwhile
Why couldn't they grow-up?
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