Blog 26 Finalizing my short college life

( “I am here for you unconditionally, as  long as you feed me!!!)

(How could this happen!! I was an A student!!)

     As I planned my first semester of college, I was was basing it on pre-med necessities mixed with Freshmen requirements. (18 credit hours) I was given a rude awakening to realize what little I really knew. My Calculus 1 class was the worst. The professor went through everything I knew within the first 3 classes. I then realized,”You know what? I am really going to have to study!!!!” My English class was divided into two parts. Learning the reason for proper English and comparing different beliefs in how we should live. The second part was composition. I had to write three compositions using notes, having to document my resources, and one about your life, in general.

        My Biology class was my favorite and it involved a lab with it for 1 credit hour. It was my first class and I thought I would be smart and buy a recorder to use so I could review it again later. Of course, things were not going to go the way I planned. This was a large class and was held in an auditorium. I sat about midway up and sat with my new friends. The Professor began and I turned on my recorder. Immediately, this loud screeching noise was rebounding through the classroom. In reaching for it, I pushed the recorder to the floor and started scrambling to turn it off. People were laughing and you can guess my embarrassment. The professor kindly said he was flattered but he did not think I would need the recorder. WELCOME TO COLLEGE!

(Beginning the party life)

        Even though I had what was considered a “tough” schedule, I found myself having a lot of free time. I was welcomed into a group of partiers and it was never a day that I did not have at least a beer. If nothing was happening at the school, I tried to come home every other week. (Remember, for me to be in choir, I had to attend Mass and sing in their choir every other Sunday.) 

         One such Sunday, we sang at the reopening of a cathedral. The priest was given a new pocket watch, a certificate, and the first six months of payments. Everyone was yelling, “Speech! Speech!” After the applaud died down, he said, “All I want to say is that it took 47 days, 105 man hours, and about 120 CASES of beer to complete this job!”  My mouth had dropped to the floor. Did  he really say that? ( He was given a standing ovation!) This was a severe shock to li’l ol’ country baptist boy, me! 

        On these weekends, I hung around my college friends and I would sometimes date this beautiful Hispanic girl. I was not a full gentleman, but I could not go all the way with her. Goodness knows I tried! However, I would stop myself right before the act. One day, in front of a few friends, she asked me if I were gay. I denied it and told her I respected her too much. That was our last date. 

        I began dating one of her friends who I really was not interested in. I found that, after partying, I could go all the way with her. Also, when I would come home, I would party with my old friends, which when I would go home dateless, I knew that I could go to certain bars and be picked up within a half hour. It did not happen that way every time I went home, I did get lucky with a girl, every now and then.

Cont….in blog 27……

• 19th Jan 2018
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