The Fire Starter

Yes, as I reflect, I have a history of starting fires.

In college, I lived on the 8th floor, known as "The Penthouse". My roommate and I were always doing goofy things; stealing pumpkins and squash outside of a restaurant at Thanksgiving, bringing other dorm girls to the adult store at 2am in our pajamas for the fun of it (the naive fun of it), sneaking vodka in our huge 44 oz slushes from Sonic, going out to the Quad in our PJs to climb the columns and take goofy pictures. Ah, good times! I'll have to see if I can dig up some pictures!

So, with all of this late (or early) behavior, I obviously did not have time for an 8 am class. Especially Geology!

So I dropped it! I was failing anyway...so I dropped it! No more Geology hassle and no more feeling guilty for skipping that 8 am class!

After I dropped the class, my roommate and I had to celebrate. We took all my Geology notes (more like the 1st day of notes and all the work sheets that had been handed out) and took them to the balcony where the smokers went to smoke. We put them in the "butt can" and set them on fire. We took pictures and laughed and made sure the fire went out!

The dorm had a very strict fire policy. If you were caught smoking in your rooms, lighting something on fire or anything to that effect, you would get kicked out of the dorm and have to do tons of community service.

As my roommate and I were walking back to our room, we thought we could smell weed. It seemed to be coming from the room of this girl we really despised. So, we paged the RA and told them what we were smelling in the halls, and went back to our room.

Then, there was a knock on our door. It was our RA and the RA from the guys floor. My RA was pissed! She said they just spent the last 15 minutes putting out a fire on the balcony. My name had been on the notes that were supposed to be burnt!

She sent the male RA back to his floor and chewed us a new one! It could have been worse, she could have turned us in and I would have gotten a new asshole courtesy of my father!

So, we had to kiss her ass for a little while and "volunteer" at some of the floor meetings for tasks....but better than the alternative!

What's sad....this isn't the worst thing we did....and I have more fire starting stories from after college!