Midterms were last week and everyone on campus was kind of stressed the weekend before them. So they spent the weekend
studying extra hard partying their faces off. I’m going to tell you a few stories about things that happened last weekend. Some of them happened to my friends. Some happened to friends of friends. Some happened to me. I’ll let you try to figure out which is which.
–Someone saw two girls streaking at a football party and chased after them because they were honestly trying to help said girls. However, some police saw the chase and assumed the worst. They spent the night looking for the person chasing the girls, and this person spent the night hiding out and changing outfits so the cops wouldn’t find them.
–Someone went to a club across the city with some people they didn’t know very well and couldn’t get in because the bouncer asked for two pieces of id when they only had one. Said “friends” went into the club without this person, and said person was stranded in a sketchy neighbourhood alone at 1am
–Someone tried their first joint and grained out, spending the rest of the Friday night leaning over a toilet bowl
–Someone overdid the drinking a little and woke up in the hospital with no shoes and a dead cellphone
–Someone made out with someone else on their floor and woke up in the morning with said person in their bed, various pieces of furniture in their room knocked over, and some really obvious hickeys
I’m never going to admit which ones were me, but have fun guessing.