JugbandFrog
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I was the recipient of an Outstanding Student Leadership award in 1998, my 1st senior year. I lived in Milton Daniel for 4 years because two of those years, I had a room all to myself, with the last year being the corner room above the laundry room, which was a TA room, and huge.
Well, the night of the award, I decided to throw a kegger in that room. It was nuts! The room was packed and the party spread to the two rooms around me. Molting, being a freshman dorm at the time, there were some minors present.
The female hall director got wind of it and gathered up all the TAs and came en masse to break up the fiesta. She storms in and screams “nobody move, this is a raid!”
People started running! They tried to stop people, but that place cleared out fast. One dude jumped out the window, one gal hid under my stack of clothes in the closet, one dude took off and hid in a PortAPotty for a couple of hours. It was nuts. I just sat back and kept drinking as I was screwed. My friend, Jose, was passed out, so he waa screwed. Everyone else managed to get away. All that work and only three citations.
The third was a female friend of mine who was running away when the hall director yelled out “get back here you [ hundin]!” To which my friend stopped and CAME BACK because “nobody calls me a [ hundin]!” Which got her caught and a citation.
Oh boy was I in trouble the next day. I had a meeting with Don Mills, then Darron Turner. Mills was a bit jovial about it, but Darron was not.
When I was in the alcohol classes as part of my punishment, I had to explain how I got there, and I made a few new friends after that.
This was why I moved to the Bellaire Condos right next to school, where the parties kept on rolling.
Well, the night of the award, I decided to throw a kegger in that room. It was nuts! The room was packed and the party spread to the two rooms around me. Molting, being a freshman dorm at the time, there were some minors present.
The female hall director got wind of it and gathered up all the TAs and came en masse to break up the fiesta. She storms in and screams “nobody move, this is a raid!”
People started running! They tried to stop people, but that place cleared out fast. One dude jumped out the window, one gal hid under my stack of clothes in the closet, one dude took off and hid in a PortAPotty for a couple of hours. It was nuts. I just sat back and kept drinking as I was screwed. My friend, Jose, was passed out, so he waa screwed. Everyone else managed to get away. All that work and only three citations.
The third was a female friend of mine who was running away when the hall director yelled out “get back here you [ hundin]!” To which my friend stopped and CAME BACK because “nobody calls me a [ hundin]!” Which got her caught and a citation.
Oh boy was I in trouble the next day. I had a meeting with Don Mills, then Darron Turner. Mills was a bit jovial about it, but Darron was not.
When I was in the alcohol classes as part of my punishment, I had to explain how I got there, and I made a few new friends after that.
This was why I moved to the Bellaire Condos right next to school, where the parties kept on rolling.