If any of you know me, you know I went to a little place called Michigan State University before I ended up in Chicago writing blogs in my dirt-ass apartment. It's not too bad though -- if you enjoy blackmold that seeps down from the bathroom ceiling; the lingering smell of gas; a constant barrage of sirens; a retarded landlord; and a partridge in a peartree. But that's beside the point.
So, yeah, I went to Michigan State for year. If you ask me now, I'll probably tell you some bullshit story about why I left and how it wasn't right for me and (my personal favorite) how the academics just weren't up to my expectations as an aspiring scholar. FALSE. I left because I didn't want my family members and close friends watching me on an episode of COPS.
Would you stay at a school after you spent the first night in jail? Yeah, I didn't think so.
So, please, lend me your ears while I try to portray my magical first night in college...
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