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A couple of stories:
Freshman year April 1, I was leaving one of the towers at my school after staying in a friends room for the night. The night before had been pretty crazy and I had crashed on my friends flip chair on his floor. I woke up about 6 a.m. not realizing where I was or how I had gotten there right away and I was feeling very fuzzy. So I slipped out of his room and into the elevator wearing his sweatpants and sweatshirt and carrying my clothes with, when I ran into five guys all decked out in their ARMY shirts getting ready to run for ROTC. And while I am in my fuzzy hungover state, I ask these guys what time it is and then follow that up with a "6 p.m. or 6 a.m.?" They told me it was in the evening, and I said "thank you" trying to keep some composure. I had to follow them outside and finally turned the other direction. Thank goodness my dorm was only a few hundred feet from the tower.
Another night of formal after a long afterhours, I left my guy's fraternity house dressed in my formal about 7a.m. And just as I am getting in my car, Mr. Fraternity President of a next door house is running by.
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