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Glory Days. They passed us by?

Editor’s Note:  Today’s posts examine the college experience from two different perspectives — the male story is an exercise in learning and the female story is an examination of the best parts of college.  Please join me in welcoming contributing blogger GeoffersonSpin!

Glory days well they’ll pass you by
Glory days in the wink of a young girl’s eye
Glory days, glory days

You know how “adults” always told you that college was the time of their life? And you thought, “Come on.  It has to get better than this.”  Well, they were right and young you was oh-so-very-wrong.

Big-Little Christmas Party 2004 with (clockwise from top left) Miss PR, T, L, Me, and Miss Dubs

I completed my undergraduate degree five years ago. Five.  I still talk about college like it was yesterday.  It feels like it was yesterday.  (Or I have successfully convinced myself that the last five years of my life never happened.  Either way.)  I miss everything about it.  Perhaps we should glimpse back to college me…

Halloween 2003 with Mrs. LR and Mrs. K2 -- My date (who I don't actually remember...) was a pirate and I was a "treasure chest."

I was a professional nap-taker.  I slept between every single class  There were honestly semesters when my day didn’t really start until 5:00 p.m.

I lived in the sorority house for my entire college career.  No cooking, no cleaning, no bill paying, no yard work, and no running to the store for TP.  I was one of the few sisters who I think really embraced the responsibility-free household model in which we lived.  It was glorious.

It didn’t matter if I went to class or not.  I was a French major.  (I know, what did I think I was ever going to do with that?!)  Most of my major classes were all about reading and writing papers.  My profs didn’t take attendance so I didn’t attend.  Most of the elective classes I took were huge lectures of 200+ people.  No one ever knew if I wasn’t there.  Or if I was there sleeping under my OSU hat.

Jeans and a sorority t-shirt were my uniform.  No one expected me to wear anything else on a daily basis.  Sure, twice a month I’d schlep out some black dress pants for formal chapter and of course, I’d put on a “going out shirt” for Thursday-Saturday nights, but other than that I rocked my letters and some comfy pants 24/7.

Semi-Formal 2004

My friends were literally at my finger tips every day.  Although I did spend a couple of semesters in some random room assignments, most of the time my friends were within 10 feet of me at all times.  We lived in the same rooms or at least down the hall from one another.  And even the ones who weren’t in the sorority house with me were most likely a few blocks away.  Being able to spend almost every waking moment with people I adored was an experience and a blessing I will never, ever be able to replicate.

I could tell you a million stories about the fun and admittedly stupid/irresponsible things I did in college.  I could tell you about the moments that forever shaped who I am.  I could tell you about how little I appreciated it at the time.  But you already know.  Because some of you were right there with me and even if you weren’t, I don’t doubt you did it all too.

I’m not saying that being a “grown up” is horrible or that I don’t think my future is full of wonderful things.  I know life still has so much to offer me, but my life now is full of work and bills and traffic and responsibility that I just didn’t have then.

I would go back in a heartbeat and I’d do it all again without question.  Wouldn’t you?

What’s your favorite college memory?  Were your college years your glory days?  What makes your life more fun now than it was then?


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Consequences and Repercussions

Editor’s Note:  Today’s posts examine the college experience from two different perspectives — the male story is an exercise in learning and the female story is an examination of the best parts of college.  Please join me in welcoming contributing blogger GeoffersonSpin!

GeoffersonSpin is the creator and author of the blog where he writes about his experiences raising money and completing a 100-mile bicycle ride with Team In Training (The Leukemia & Lymphoma Society’s primary fundraiser)He now writes about fitness, nutrition, cancer research and his foray into cycling, running and swimming.  Disclaimer: The following post is not at all relevant to any of the previously mentioned subjects.

Let me tell you a funny story.  Once upon a time, in a little college town a few miles south of Oklahoma City, I got arrested.  Before I go any further, let’s make this our little secret since I still have family members who don’t know this story. Fortunately, I don’t think they use the internet.  So, how did I get arrested you ask?  It was actually pretty easy.  All it took was a handful of beers and a guy in my fraternity saying, “Hey, I’ve an idea!”  Everybody has that friend, don’t they?  The friend that always has “great ideas” that end up being ideas that should get you dead or in jail.  Well, I made the mistake of listening to that friend.  (Mistake 1: Drinking enough to think I’m a ninja.)

I was a freshman in college, no more than two months into my first semester.  I decided to pledge a fraternity, and when you are a young, impressionable, drunk 18-year-old you will sometimes make bad decisions.  Apparently, it has always been a stupid tradition among “frat guys” to steal stuff from other fraternities.  Every now and then someone would come to our weekly chapter meeting and show off some trophy they poached from another fraternity.  Flags, pictures, volleyball nets, dinner plates and silverware (I’m not joking).  Conversely, we might wake up on a Saturday morning, undoubtedly hungover, wondering where a certain award, picture or living room couch wandered off to.  It was the way of the fraternity world, and we lived in this chaotic harmony for quite some time… until I got involved.

Back to my buddy.  “I’ve got a great idea,” says he.  “Let’s go steal something from another fraternity house!”  My reply, “You’re a genius!”  (Mistake 2: Listening to stupid friend.)  Off we go, drunk, on foot, wearing flip-flops, casing the other fraternity houses.  Finally, halfway across campus, we reach our target.  We started early that night so it was about 10:30pm.  Our target fraternity is in the middle of having a house party.  That’s right, we chose to steal from a fraternity in the middle of a house party.  This means that there are about 350 people inside the house, awake, drinking… and we decided to go steal something from them.  (Mistake 3: Do I really need to explain this one?)

We slipped into a side door that was open.  He grabbed a picture, I grabbed a composite.  Let me break real quick and explain a composite for the uninitiated.  You know those giant picture boards that have the individual photo of every person in the club?  It’s about 5 feet long and 4 feet tall.  I decided to take that… in the middle of a party.  I told you, I was channeling my inner ninja.  We slipped out the same side door we entered through, snaked our way through the parking lot, and bolted down the street.  We actually made it in and out with our loot!  About that time one of their members drives by in his car and notices what is going on.  (Mistake 4: Now would have been a good time to drop the pilfered goods and RUN!)

About 30 seconds later we are run down by a few of their members.  We were actually blessed by a small miracle at this point considering they didn’t immediately beat our asses.  We simply gave the stuff back, they said it was no big deal, and we went on our way feeling lucky to survive the incident.  Ten minutes later our luck ran out.  Two cop cars stop us in the street and ask where we were coming from.  Little did we know, target fraternity broke the first rule of fraternity gamesmanship and called the freaking cops!  We played right into their hands (more like handcuffs) and next thing I know I’m sitting in a cell in the Cleveland County jail.  Yikes.

Here’s the point: There are consequences and repercussions for everything you do.  My parents have been telling me that since before I could pronounce consequences or repercussions.  Did I listen?  Apparently not.  I’ll cut myself some slack though.  We all do stupid stuff; it’s just to what degree.  In reality, I got lucky because it could have been much worse.  I ended up with a couple of misdemeanor charges: petty larceny and public intoxication.  The judge was merciful and dismissed the petty larceny charge and I had a deferred sentence on the public intoxication (sort of like probation).  No felonies, no convictions for anything, I’m not dead or maimed, I didn’t get kicked out of school or my fraternity, and technically a background check doesn’t even pick up the charges.  I’m not totally off though.  This event still follows me to this day.

When I decided to go to law school I had to disclose this on my application.  When I finished law school and had to apply to the Oklahoma Bar Association I had to disclose this.  When I filled out my application for an apartment I had to disclose this.  I made a stupid decision when I was 18, just starting college and it still follows me.  Granted, I consider this event to be the biggest learning experience of my life.  Sure, at the time I thought my world was collapsing, but I don’t regret what happened and I wouldn’t take it back.  If I didn’t get in trouble at that point it just would have happened later and possibly with greater consequence.  I’m glad I got my big screw up out of the way early because I have spent the rest of my life trying to think before I act since I have first hand experience of the consequences that come from your actions.  By no means am I perfect though.  Believe me, I have screwed up countless times since and I will likely screw up today and tomorrow, but at least I have a little better perspective.  I messed up, I learned from it, and I emerged relatively unscathed.  Some people aren’t so lucky.

Have you made any really stupid decisions that still follow you?  Did you learn from that? Have you forgotten those lessons?

Thanks for reading and thanks to Quarter Life Confused for giving me the opportunity to make a guest appearance!  Feel free to check out more of my stuff at and be on the lookout for appearances by QuarterLifeConfused on my blog.

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