there are guys in my dorm who decided to play cards in the elevator
see what intrigues me about college isn’t the intellectual pursuit or the bonding or whatever, its the fact that people have the freedom to do random shit like this
Okay, everybody, I have a story about random shit in college. When I was in college, there was a particular class I took where, no matter what time you walked into class, if you made it into the room before the professor, you wouldn’t be counted late. I mean, that’s a pretty cool policy, given how some professors are really obnoxious about attendance.
Well, one time, a fellow student of mine was running late to class. As she reached the edge of the building, she saw her professor making it to the front steps (super long rectangular building here). He looks up from walking and he sees her. He then points to his watch, gives her a well-meaning “Look who’s late” face, and walks on inside.
What he didn’t know, though, was that this particular student was like freakishly good at bouldering and related climbing skills, so she was just like “Fuck it” and SCALED THE BUILDING!
She tapped on the window of the 4th floor classroom (the floors had like 20ft ceilings, so, she was quite a ways up there), nearly making one student piss himself. They opened the window, she rolled through, onto the floor, and slid into her seat about five seconds before the professor opened the door to the classroom.
He did a double take, started to say “How the hell d—” when a security guard ran in, red-faced and panting, pointed at her and bellowed “STOP DOING THAT!”
So I decided to finish my drink (root beer) sitting on the 8-inch ledge that overhangs the doors at the back of the cafeteria building. My friends are (as usual) laughing and taking video (etc.) when suddenly one of them starts frantically pointing up with only his hand (not fully extending his arm but just frantically pointing up with his hand).
Naturally I pull my legs up over the overhang (just in time) as a group of professors walk out. My friends try to play it cool saying “Hey” and “Sup” as they walk past. They almost are all around the corner when my choir director turns around and look straight at me. I raise my hand slowly wave and then put my finger to my lips (the quiet symbol). He shakes his head and looks down then walks around the corner. Neadless to say his expression was totally worth the solo performance next class he “randomly picked” me for.