Like most people, my freshman year in college was a blend of wonderful, awkward, and horrifying.

I was experiencing a transition, shedding my introverted former self and discovering my true personality… one that was unencumbered by all of the constricting social pressures of high school. It also didn’t hurt that I was three thousand miles from home.

I quickly settled in and found a good group of friends — mostly guys who lived on the same floor of my dorm. One Friday night, a few of us made our way to the courtyard, which was situated between my dorm and three others. I guess that’s called a quad? We were looking for a quiet place to smoke weed and drink a few Olde English 800s — you know, freshman shit. Well, this place was anything but quiet.

We had stumbled into the... Read More