Bradley Orientation (or how I learned to fear college)

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I spent this week with Jason at Bradley's summer orientation. When I arrived on campus Sunday morning with a chicken teriyaki sub in hand, I was more than ready to commence the "orienting". I had been feeling groggy from a night full of graduation partying and the Rocky Horror Picture Show, but as I stepped into Harper Hall I felt a sudden rush

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without ME it is just AWESO

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don't worry dude, ALL college orientations are pathetic - unless you go to masonry school or something, then it rocks, literally!

just think about the type of people who Keith really are. when i was in school every April a flyer would come in our dorm mailboxes saying, "Be a College Tour Guide Buddy! Make friends! Have adventures! Get a FREE T-SHIRT!!!!!!!!!!" as far as i know, they do not get paid, so these are the type of people who would dedicate a good chunk of their summer to brag to younger kids about how "this famous person went to school here" and "that's the Magic Lampost, legend says if you touch it you'll get married!" for just that t-shirt in return. yeah.

nobody i ever knew had fun at those things, even when they smuggled in vodka and stuff.