College Days
Here's a truth for you: You learn more out of class than in class at college. You get to take the frivolity of childhood and mix it with the harshness of adult life. Most of the things you did cannot be revisited and understood with a mature brain. Then again, most of the things you did should never be revisited.
When I went to Ole Miss, I lived off campus with a roommate in a trailer. When I moved my bed up there, my roommate and I thought it would be quite impressive, for what ever reason, to ride around campus a few times with it tied to the roof of my car. We made numerous passes up and down sorority row then went home. I know what our thoughts were, but for the life of me could not explain how they got into our heads.
For some odd reason I was the recipient of some strange phone calls while at Ole Miss. I had these young ladies that would call and talk to me for hours on end. The strange part was, I didn't have the slightest idea who they were. They always claimed to have met me at a party at one time or another. It would have been extremely odd for me to forget anyone that was interested in me if they were someone I was interested in, as well. There was one girl that had a really nice voice, but sounded a little young. My curiosity was piqued, but I was leery of what could lie in store so I arranged to have her stand at the end of her driveway at 2:00 in the morning and I'd meet her there (am I a gentleman or what). It was about twenty miles to her house so I drove over, found her street and slowly cruised by. There was someone standing next to the street and I could tell it was a female, but not much else. I eased up and rolled down the window. In the street light I could tell she was about fourteen years old and was the spittin' image of Jerry the Dentist on the Bob Newhart show. Needless to say I cut that short and went home.
I had a birthday party once while at school. We had planned a major soiree and prepared as all college students by purchasing large quantities of alcohol and chips. The guest list included at least 75 people and we were sure another 25 or so would show up. The night of the party our actual attendance was totally unexpected. There was my roommate, his cousin Martin, me, a one-legged girl named Nancy and a homosexual named Lex. I had never met Nancy or Lex before. Apparently Nancy was in my roommate's chemistry class and he invited her thinking there would be lots of other people there. Lex was her friend. When they introduced themselves, Lex said, "My name is Lex. You can roll the 'L' if you like." Martin replied, "Oooh, I don't like!"
Nancy liked to dance and at that time, the popular dance was the Bump. We were really worried that her artificial leg was going to come off mid-bump. We tried to take it easy but she was a bumping fool. Luckily, there were no casualties and she danced with all of us until we were completely exhausted. Lex and Nancy must have felt pretty comfortable or perhaps didn't have much else to do because they stayed a long time. As a matter of fact, we went to bed and they were still sitting at the kitchen table reading magazines at 2:30 in the morning.
I've got more stories about things that I did during college, the majority of which cannot be told. As far as riding around with the bed on the roof of the car, we just thought that was funny. The young lady calling me, I hope she got what she wanted out of life. She probably grew up to be Miss America, a Nobel Peace Prize winner or something. Nancy and Lex came to a total stranger's party when his "friends" didn't show. While we didn't know each other, had different lifestyles, disabilities and, presumably, sexual preferences, we were five of a kind that night.
When I went to Ole Miss, I lived off campus with a roommate in a trailer. When I moved my bed up there, my roommate and I thought it would be quite impressive, for what ever reason, to ride around campus a few times with it tied to the roof of my car. We made numerous passes up and down sorority row then went home. I know what our thoughts were, but for the life of me could not explain how they got into our heads.
For some odd reason I was the recipient of some strange phone calls while at Ole Miss. I had these young ladies that would call and talk to me for hours on end. The strange part was, I didn't have the slightest idea who they were. They always claimed to have met me at a party at one time or another. It would have been extremely odd for me to forget anyone that was interested in me if they were someone I was interested in, as well. There was one girl that had a really nice voice, but sounded a little young. My curiosity was piqued, but I was leery of what could lie in store so I arranged to have her stand at the end of her driveway at 2:00 in the morning and I'd meet her there (am I a gentleman or what). It was about twenty miles to her house so I drove over, found her street and slowly cruised by. There was someone standing next to the street and I could tell it was a female, but not much else. I eased up and rolled down the window. In the street light I could tell she was about fourteen years old and was the spittin' image of Jerry the Dentist on the Bob Newhart show. Needless to say I cut that short and went home.
I had a birthday party once while at school. We had planned a major soiree and prepared as all college students by purchasing large quantities of alcohol and chips. The guest list included at least 75 people and we were sure another 25 or so would show up. The night of the party our actual attendance was totally unexpected. There was my roommate, his cousin Martin, me, a one-legged girl named Nancy and a homosexual named Lex. I had never met Nancy or Lex before. Apparently Nancy was in my roommate's chemistry class and he invited her thinking there would be lots of other people there. Lex was her friend. When they introduced themselves, Lex said, "My name is Lex. You can roll the 'L' if you like." Martin replied, "Oooh, I don't like!"
Nancy liked to dance and at that time, the popular dance was the Bump. We were really worried that her artificial leg was going to come off mid-bump. We tried to take it easy but she was a bumping fool. Luckily, there were no casualties and she danced with all of us until we were completely exhausted. Lex and Nancy must have felt pretty comfortable or perhaps didn't have much else to do because they stayed a long time. As a matter of fact, we went to bed and they were still sitting at the kitchen table reading magazines at 2:30 in the morning.
I've got more stories about things that I did during college, the majority of which cannot be told. As far as riding around with the bed on the roof of the car, we just thought that was funny. The young lady calling me, I hope she got what she wanted out of life. She probably grew up to be Miss America, a Nobel Peace Prize winner or something. Nancy and Lex came to a total stranger's party when his "friends" didn't show. While we didn't know each other, had different lifestyles, disabilities and, presumably, sexual preferences, we were five of a kind that night.
Oui oui, Senor.
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Obviously a reference to my Italian-Canadian French teacher that I flipped a bird for stealing my parking spot. He also ridiculed my clothing saying that I must be dressed for Halloween when I was dressed just like every other person my age. I thought it was strange that he would comment on my clothes since at the time he was wearing a tan beret on top of his bald, fat head and a black shirt with a purple orchid and gray chicken wire print. I should have gotten an A+ just for keeping my mouth shut.
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