62 People Reveal the Unexpected Moments That Shattered Their Old Lives and Unleashed True College Freedom
I was always sort of an odd kid; in addition to being a long haired male, my wardrobe was almost 100% Mickey Mouse shirts.
About 3 days after I’d moved in to my dorm in college, I was walking back from some finance office next to a road, and as usual was donning the Mickey Mouse shirt. Without warning, I felt something whack me in the forehead. I was stunned at first; I eventually reached up and touched my forehead, and realized that I had been egged.
A colleague of my dad recalls his first day in a high tier university.
his first class was physics, so he sits down with the other students in the lecture hall, waits a few minutes while the professor writes some points on the board and the professor turns to the class. the professor starts talking. “Hello, class,” he says dryly, “this is your first day of college. some of you might think you’re special. you might be a valedictorian of your high school, or had honors awards, or got perfect sat scores. look around you. there are 100 kids in this hall just like you. you’re not special. welcome to college.” and then he started the lecture.
I remember thinking it was weird that so many people were introducing themselves left and right. I don’t have any crazy stories, except that the walls were really thin and my neighbour was very popular with the ladies – and that I also kept getting my food stolen from the communal fridge so I spiked it with laxatives.
The day I moved in was also the day that my mother had an emergency mastectomy for Stage IV triple negative breast cancer (2008). I was so scared, knew absolutely nobody, and my roommate was awful. My girlfriend was 100 miles away, and she was doubting the long-distance relationship would work.
Fast forward four years. I graduated, Mom is still fighting, and my girlfriend is now my fiancee, and we’re getting married in May.
College went by so fast.
The minute I stepped on campus. I realized I did not know one person within a thousand miles.
I’ll start with my first college experience which turned into a “I’m gonna like it here” moment. At my school orientation consisted of you staying overnight in one of the on-campus dorms. It was oven-like in the rooms so I decided to go down to the lounge, meet some people, and not even sleep. I found some people, socialized, shared stories and all of that. By the middle of the night we were playing NeverHaveIEver. Me and the other guys were saying some weird stuff just for some laughs…. but all of the girls in the group did them…. If there was a picture of my face that night it would be similar to a child on christmas.
When i [failed] my first midterm, realized all the girls weren’t in fact pleasure seaking women of loose morals, and that you should in fact have a good idea of what you want to do or you wont graduate on time.
Came to college with an anti-cigarette, anti-drinking mentality. First day, met my suite mate who was a dealer, my roommate who was an alcoholic, and all 5 of my suite mates had smoked cigarettes… Needless to say, every value had been desecrated.
All my chemistry 101 exam scores were between 60% and 80%. First time it happened I was shocked, second time time I knuckled down and really studied for the third exam, and the third exam I barely broke 80%. I was convinced I would have to retake it. I passed the class with a solid A. Feels good man.
I’m 18. I can do a shot of Jim Beam for every year I am old!
I was wrong.
My hair is in a toilet.
Welcome to college.
I was in my dorm room trying to study neuroscience while the girls in the room on one side of mine were blasting rap and the girls in the room on the other side were blasting country. Next quarter when I moved to a quiet hall, they followed me, found my room, and started pounding on my door in the middle of the night because I’d had the nerve to ask them to be quiet during quiet hours.
Moved into the “Party Dorm” on my campus the first day of frosh week. As I pull up there are guys on the front lawn doing beer funnels. I had never even been in the residence before, but I had heard stories. I walk into the building to find my room and meet my roommate. As I walk in the front door Im handed a cup of beer. I find my room, on the third floor, and my roommate was already passed out (3:30PM) on the floor, in nothing but his underwear. This was only 3 years ago.
TR/DR — I love college.
Mine wasnt some raging party or walking in on a roommates 3some or anything….it was more of a epiphany the second I was dropped off by the parents…
*Some critical background*: I came from a Military Boarding School….i went from extreme supervision to bliss (with a summer in between). My parents dropped me off at 11th and High st, right next to the Panera at the Ohio State University. We moved in already, just ate, and done all the admin type stuff you do on the first day….i was truly being released. I grew up in a relatively strict family. My parents lived in Chicago, so they were leaving for home right after this. I gave them the epic “last time being under your wing” hug. My mom cried with deep passion. Dad and I hugged, chatted, fist bumped and that was it.














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