Welcome Weekend at most colleges is known for throwing the most insane parties. No classes and no responsibilities, so why not live it up for a 2 days. I’m here to share with you one of the most hilarious nights of my welcome weekend.
Being a typical freshman I wanted to move in and have my parents leave as fast as possible. Once my Dad moved my boxes in and my Mom put my sheets on my bed I was ready to begin my weekend. My roommate and I were luckily best friends from the day we met so we had been planning this weekend for months. It started out pretty innocent, a group of guy friends from back home brought over a nice little “welcome to college” gift including a case and two liquor bottles…it’s casual. But we figured it was only noon, let’s not start the heavy drinking this early. So we went across the street to a Mexican restaurant for margaritas, assuming that they won’t put too much in. Two margaritas in we were ready to bounce and as we stood up the tipsiness began. But hey you’re only a freshman once, let’s keep it going.
Let’s go to the off campus apartments they said, it will be fun they said. Lord only knows how many games of flip cup we played that afternoon, but around 5 o clock i woke up on a couch outside a random person’s house handcuffed to a bottle and a bag of marshmallows. Dazed and hungry I walked into this persons home to find my friends ordering a pizza, #blessed. The pizza place was taking what felt like hours so we decided to bounce and head to a house party. Walking down Main Street i felt like a million bucks. I was tan from the summer, my hair was freshly highlighted, and with a group of my newly made friends. Until someone walking past screamed “FRESHMAN.” My heart dropped. I realized that people don’t walk in this large of groups, so we split up into two groups to not look like such newbies.
Once arriving to the house party my new friends and I realized we hadn’t stayed for the pizza, so we went into this person’s pantry and made nutella sandwiches for everyone at the party. Why? Because we are nice people. I ended up doing my first keg stand as well as making out with a boy wearing a visor and speedo…..but lets not talk about it.
Just like everything else, we got bored of this party and decided to bounce. Some how it had become 11 o clock, primetime for frat row. Making our way down, a few police officers stopped us. I still to this day have no idea what we talked about with them, but I woke up with a million selfies with them, cool? We got into the first frat we went to, and from then on it’s all history. The line for the women’s bathroom is always insanely long, so i decided to relieve myself in a boy’s urinal. I walk back upstairs to find my friends dancing on table tops and some passed out in a pile of cans. But let’s not judge, we all have our moments.
We ended up frat hopping for a few hours, and then decided to start ending our night. It was 2am and we were walking back to the apartment our friend lived in. There was a group of attractive men behind us, and being typical white girls we were l i t e r a l l y screaming. I was feeling extra confident that night, so i turned behind and asked what they were doing for the rest of the night. They responded with, “We’re getting pizza and going back to our place, wanna join?” Now i know what you’re thinking, we have been taught from a young age to never talk or go anywhere with strangers, but we decided they seemed safe. Plus they were getting the pizza that we had wanted earlier in the day.
So we went back to their place with the pizza and it turns out they were juniors and all in medical school. Immediately i was interested, so i tried to play it off that i was a sophomore. 4am rolls around and i realize that i have convocation in a few hours (#freshmanprobz) and that i better hit the hay. The attractive pre-med student tells me he’ll walk me home. Home…not a big deal right? Too bad my home is a dorm. The gigs up I have to tell him i’m a freshman. He won’t care right?
Wrong.
He ended up kicking us out to walk home alone and making us pay him back for the pizza. Walking back to the dorms we come to find out we all lost our keys and student IDs. But we’re freshman it’s okay, right? That morning we may of woke up not feeling too hot, but we did wake up with a cat in our room. I have no idea how or when we got it, but that happened.
RIP Welcome Weekend 2015.
P.S. to attractive med-school boy….I still have your sweatshirt. So who’s the real winner here?
University of Cincinnati
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