The Tripod

Issue date: 9/30/08 Section: Features

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Thursday, 11 a.m I wake up with plenty of time before my 11:20 class. I have no classes before 11. It's legit. I'm taking, French, Elements of Movement, Philosophy about a guy whose name I can't spell, Stats, and Psych 101. I'm thinking of majoring in Econ., International Studies, History, English, Religion, Anthro., Ed. Studies, Art History, or Poli .Sci., but who cares? My schedule rules!

11:15 a.m. Unfortunately, as I walk into class, I realize I'm 25 minutes late. Crap.

12:15 p.m. I strut over to the 'Stro (that's the Bistro, for all you freshmen). When it's my turn to order, I see that a new employee is making sandwiches. I allow the girl next to me to go ahead. Silly freshman, she's getting a bush-league sandwich. I wink at the other employee; she knows what's up. Time for my special wrap, I call it "The Bamboozler" … I'm sure they'll add it to the menu soon.

2 p.m. I'm sitting in back of class with my laptop "taking notes." I have overloaded my schedule on Tuesdays and Thursdays, creating an intolerable amount of work on those days. But dude, four-day weekends! Woot!

3:30 p.m. I take it upon myself to share the wealth of knowledge I achieved in an entire year of college with the readers of TrinTalk.com; it'd be sin not to. Yes, frats are open tonight. No, not everyone here has a trust fund. Pat Rettis is definitely not "da hottest guy at Trin." Class dismissed.

5:30 p.m. Rush dinner at the fraternity I'm soon to join. I greet the 2.5 brothers that I know. One was my Teaching Assistant last year, one is from my hometown, and I played intramural basketball against another one; we're on first-name bases. "Yo, dude!" "Hey, buddy!" "What's up, champ?" they say. Notice they all have nicknames for me? Yeah, we're pretty tight.

5:45 p.m. These guys are so effing cool. They tell stories about making out with girls and drinking alcohol. I share a hilarious anecdote from last year, when I drank 29 beers before going out and then about 14 more at Late Night. The next morning I woke up on my floor … wait for it … with only one shoe on!

6 p.m. Before leaving, I invite a few of the brothers over to blaze later. (Blaze means smoking marijuana, for all you freshmen.)

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