Man, I Love College!

In the song by Asher Roth, "I Love College," He sings about the life of the typical college student. The typical college student is painted as the one who graduated high school and moved on to better things such as studying late nights and getting a degree in a respected feild, graduating and going on to work in the said feild.

As most of the parents are so over joyed to send they're little graduate into the world of higher learning they forget what college is really like when they were attending.

The first day the freshmen arrives on that campus and the parents are gone, there are parties.

Some students are able to maintain they're focus and not stray into a houses that are jam packed with beer, assorted alchohals, and questionable substances but, most every college student has been to at least one of these parties. They are drawn to them like a moth to the flame.

I remember the feeling of the first week I attended Southwestern. I arrived at the dorms not quite sure what to expect. I knew there would be parties and that I would drink, there was no doubt about that. I just didn't know it would be so frequent.

After about a month of so of being in college and living in the dorms, my friend Devan, who lived in the apartment style dorm right next to mine, invited two of his close friends to come and stay for the weekend in to dorms with him. I remember it like it was yesterday, they drove ten hours from the eastern part of Oregon just to be there.

We had already decided that we were gonna go to the beach for our drunkin bomb fire. Since there had already been cases of students getting caught drinking at public beaches, we decided that we were going to climb down to one of the private ones. We took only three SUV's full of people and wood pallets and parked at the end of the beachside road and walked the rest of the way to the edge of the cliff and climbed down the rope to the beach. After getting the pallets and booze to the beach and starting our fire we started our night.

We were having a great time with no worries, we had our DD's, our warm fire and our drinks. I at the time was hanging out with Devan and his two friends, one was a DD and the other was already starting to show the signs of clear stupid drunkinness. Four of us were walking near the water when we saw a hand held spot light form one of the beach houses on the cliff scan the beach. Someone shouted "run back to the fire!" On arriving to the fire we decided that it would probly be a good idea if we went back to the dorms; so we put out the fire and climbed back up the rope. We sudenly noticed that we weren't all there. Devan's stupid drunkin friend had ran down the beach to the cove and climbed the ninty degree cliff that was in front of him. We combed the beach for almost an hour with our cell phones calling his name. The thing is that he was to drunk to realize that we weren't the cops trying to find him so we didn't find him until he heard Devan's voice and we had to climb back up the rope and over a light house fence just to get him back. As soon as we knew that everyone was safe and warm we went to the local 24 hour breakfast dinner to get some food.

Yeah, after telling my mom about this adventure, she admits that she didn't realize what I would be doing with my spare time. Man, I love college!