The Time I Passed Out on a Bench

AKA-- freshman year of college

I've decided to write four posts, one for each year of college, with some of my memories. Mostly because I want to write them down while I still remember them, but also because thinking back on some of the crazy things we did, I laugh. Laugh hard.

Freshman Year (in somewhat chronological order):
~I met my very best friend on move in day. She ended up only staying a semester and moving back to Boston, but that hasn't gotten in the way of our friendship at all. *Hi Carebear!*

~I walked in on my roommate having sex twice in the first week of living there. Um, if you'll remember, I went to Catholic schools my entire life. And am saving myself for marriage. Awkward. I believe the first time it happened I said something to the effect of, "Oh shit. This is weird." The second time, "Jesus Ashley, don't you know to put a rubber band on the damn door?? Get a clue." And then I turned around and walked out. Suffice it to say, our relationship wasn't a good one.

~The first time I ever got drunk (yea, I was underage. Whatever. I consider college a right of passage.)

~The first time I went to a frat party.

~The first (and only) time I've had my face licked (see picture) at said frat party.


*getting licked. the guy was a total tool. and i made sure he knew my feelings toward him every time I saw him.*

~The first time I ever broke an air hockey table. Cary and I were dancing on it on Halloween and broke it. I can't even explain how fast we jumped up, looked at each other, and bolted. I've never run so fast in my life. As we were running, we passed this girls dressed totally whory and I straight up laughed in their face. They said, "Is something funny?" I screamed in between laughs "Uh, yea, you look absolutely ridiculous!" And then a man dressed up as a bush, hiding in a bush, jumped out and attacked us. That night was way too insane. I think we laughed for a solid 2 hours.


*showing some love to the man dressed as a bush*

~Cary and I passed out on a bench outside of an apartment complex on campus. We vaguely remembered it when we woke up (although we still have no clue how we got home that night), but when I looked at my camera and saw a picture of us down for the count I died of laughter. The picture makes me laugh every time I look at it.


*I look like such a dude in this picture though, slightly disgusting.*


~The year I had got a knock on the door at an ungodly hour from the guys above me asking if I could get my roommate out their bunk bed because she wants to sleep together and he does not. Awkward.

~The year my floor mate waited outside my room until I got home one night because my roommate was in her room and needed me to unlock the door. Apparently she got locked out of the room and tried to open it with a bottle of toothpaste.

~The year I had my first hangover. And I'm not talking just a headache.

~The year I met some of the most awesome people ever that I feel incredibly fortunate to have in my life

~The first time I got kicked out of a bar. Yes, first time, which means it wasn't the only time. Ironically, it was always the same bar that kicked me out. Hmmmm.

~The first time I got in a fight with a bouncer for kicking me out of said bar.

~The time where my brother and I became friends instead of just siblings. He went to the same college and man am I glad he did. He has the greatest group of friends and I was so lucky to be allowed to hang out with them. I don't know if I could have survived college without him there for my first three years.

~The year where I woke up in the middle of the night to an obnoxious noise. I hate being woken up so I was fully prepared to lay it out to someone. What I woke up to find was the most hilarious site I have ever seen in my entire life. One of my best friends was wearing boxer shorts, a blanket on her back Superman cape style, 4 inch gold wedges on her feet (which were mine and two sizes too small for her), makeup crushed on the floor and her sobbing, trying to figure out why her bronzer wouldn't unlock the bathroom. She had also peed herself. So pathetic. So hilarious.

~The first, but not last, year I would wonder how I made it through without being written up or arrested.

~The year I changed my major for the first time.

~The time I found out I was going to be spending a semester in Hawai'i.

~The time I volunteered for Big Brothers, Big Sisters and realized how important helping inner city children is to me.

~The time that changed my life.