Chirky

There was a dark time in my life when I was just an irresponsible college student. I was a freshman and I lived in the dorms. It was my first time away from home. I fully embraced my freedom.

I went to Wal-Mart at 3 AM, just because I could. I stayed out dancing until the bars closed, just because no one was there to tell me not to do it. I dated impossibly wrong men for me, just because I was young and stupid and had no sense.

I don't remember much of my time at SFA. I'm not sure if that's because trauma has blocked it from my memory or because I was inebriated from Thursday to Sunday nearly every weekend, or at least during some part thereof.

I did nothing but exercise and party (odd combination - I know) and I left after my freshman year with 12% bodyfat and a 1.55 GPA. I dated a body builder at the time, whose only addiction was protein shakes and dumbbells.

And women. No explanation necessary, but I will say that there was a period of several weeks wherein I would see him on campus and immediately become ill because I knew what he had been doing and I didn't like it. Jerk.

I will have you know that I didn't hold my grudge for longer than two months, a perfectly reasonable amount of time if you ask me, and once I transferred to another University I eventually graduated with a 3.4 GPA. Considering how I finished my freshman year, I think this is important.

It is also important because it helps me remember the darker days in my life, and I become not-so-embarrassed about bending over and splitting my pants into three different pieces. And then telling the Internet all about it.