Pointless College Stories III - Picky, picky, picky
As I may have mentioned in previous Pointless College Posts, I had a fair degree of skill in lockpicking. While I have always used my talents for good, there was one or two instances where I let the Devil get the better of me.
When I first arrived at the main campus to Penn State, I opted to do the apartment rental thing instead of dorm housing. That first apartment I shared with three other guys I knew from McKeesport. One of them decided that he would rush a frat. By knowing him, I got familiar with the frat and his prospective brothers.
Anyway, most of the brothers had left to watch the football game. We were home and the place was, for the most part, empty. This left the pledge class time to employ me in their traditional prank against the brothers.
My job was simple. I unlocked as many doors as I could and they would then mix and match most of the furniture between the rooms. After they were all done, I would go back and locked all the doors again.
I was really on the fence about helping them. In the end it seemed harmless enough and I agreed to do it. I tell you, I must have opened half the house up and it went quickly after I got into a rhythm.
And while, the prank itself would be considered a critical success due to its execution, its reception was something entirely different than the pledge class had anticipated. In the end my roommate told me that I should keep my involvement in that escapade quiet.
I suppose my instincts were right in the matter. Still, it was an impressive achievement.
When I first arrived at the main campus to Penn State, I opted to do the apartment rental thing instead of dorm housing. That first apartment I shared with three other guys I knew from McKeesport. One of them decided that he would rush a frat. By knowing him, I got familiar with the frat and his prospective brothers.
Anyway, most of the brothers had left to watch the football game. We were home and the place was, for the most part, empty. This left the pledge class time to employ me in their traditional prank against the brothers.
My job was simple. I unlocked as many doors as I could and they would then mix and match most of the furniture between the rooms. After they were all done, I would go back and locked all the doors again.
I was really on the fence about helping them. In the end it seemed harmless enough and I agreed to do it. I tell you, I must have opened half the house up and it went quickly after I got into a rhythm.
And while, the prank itself would be considered a critical success due to its execution, its reception was something entirely different than the pledge class had anticipated. In the end my roommate told me that I should keep my involvement in that escapade quiet.
I suppose my instincts were right in the matter. Still, it was an impressive achievement.