<p>I dunno how many Russians are in there, but the rumor is that since Russians are smart..and NYU is a tough school, Russians are probably there!
But then again, some Russians don't have all the money to go there and they'd rather go to public schools...so, I dunno. I am Russian.</p>
<p>It was the Fall of 1974 after a home football game....
How about loading a drunk (comatose) fraternity brother onto a train bound for Chicago after removing all his money, his wallet, etc.
He woke up in Kalamazoo and had to call collect for us to buy him a ticket so he could get home.
He was not happy....</p>
<p>hahahahahahaha roflmao hahahahahaha</p>
<p>i'm sorry, UMDAD's story is so funny, but also not...hehehe</p>
<p>hahahahaha that is so funny, you've just made my day</p>
<p>i feel like the time when i first heard:</p>
<p>Lois: You're drunk again.
Peter: No, I'm just exhausted 'cause I've been up all night drinking.</p>
<p>Even if there aren't many Russians in NYU, there's plenty in NYC.</p>
<p>In Brooklyn, there are a lot of Russian clubs. Rukki Vverh was at one just recently, I would've went but I'm not 18.</p>
<p>If you check out RussianNY.com, you'll see there's a lot going on.</p>
<p>Thanks polter93157.</p>
<p>Unfortunately, my college career seems to be one outlandish, but true, story after another. My W wonders how I ever graduated. Sometimes I wonder myself. If Animal House hand't been done already, I would write it. My Ss and D have heard very few of these tales.</p>
<p>yeah, Rukki Verh, are kinda cool. Although I like Glucoza and Meladze--if u know them.</p>
<p>Last Halloween weekend, I was partying with my dormmates, and I had around 6-8 shots of Malibu Rum, a beer bong, and a couple more shots/beers (I'm not sure how many). I got so wasted that I passed out/blacked out, and when I came to my roommate and a few of the other guys on that floor were walking me into my room and helping me go to bed. The next morning I woke up with a moderate hangover, and when I saw my roommate I was like, "I was so *****ed up last night," and he just said, "tsk tsk tsk." He told me that I had puked all over the stairs in our hallway, and that he had to lie about it to one of the RAs that was doing the rounds that night so that I wouldn't get in trouble. A few of my dormmates also checked on me that morning and jokingly said that they wanted to make sure "that I was still alive". I had a hard time believing that I had vomited all over the stairs, but I saw the stains there, and the guy whose room I had gotten trashed in ran into me later that day and pointed to the stains and said with a smile, "Remember that?" Luckily, nothing bad happened to me as a result of this, but I doubt that I would ever want to get that plastered again. Getting wasted on the weekends is fun, but you must do it responsibly and know your limits.</p>
<p>college is crazy. However, too much partying can get you into a lot of trouble. There was a girl who got raped and ended up carrying a child...she got an abortion later. That's just said. Another girl had to "remind" herself to breathe, b/c she was so drunk, and she was really thirsty so she started drinking from the toilet and throwing up at the same time. Gross? well, don't do that stupid crap.</p>
<p>College is x100 better than high school. But my high school was in a racist hick town. Sorry school didn't cut for me most of the time. I don't know about crazy but I have a lot of stupid stories. Both sober and drunk. Alright one sober one drunk and maybe one tired here we go.</p>
<p>Drunk: So my friends left me in the bathroom at Kams and I went out in search of them but on my way I saw this girl. She, obviously intoxicated, said hi and asked how I was doing. I said, "Fine but I kinda gotta go." So she proceeded to give me this advice, "You are a guy, you can go anywhere!" I resounded, "Thats right, *****!" Girl: "Yeah go right there." Me: "I will" Well then a flashlight came on and I finished and zipped up. Then the cop asked if I belonged to the building and I said, "No, sir, I am not Lutheran" as it was a church. Then he told me to get in the car and I started telling them about Sweet Tarts and my sister and how I needed to buy her a really great gift b/c she is going in surgery and I didn't have time to get her a birthday present (all true) and asked him if he could give me a Christmas discount. But the officers were not feeling very festive and that is the story of my $415 drinking ticket. Needless to say I regret that decision.</p>
<p>Sober: So my Chem Lab Lect TA asked a question and had us talk to the people sitting by us. And then she asked us what we talked about and no one raised their hands. I decided to answer. This is what came out of my mouth: "So first we started talking and then we kinda changed subjects and then we talked about equilibrium and then we came to a conclusion on that and then we stopped talking." Complete silence. I broke it: "That's why I don't raise my hand in class."</p>
<p>Tired & Sober (48 hours without sleep): I nodded off in calc discussion and woke up on the floor on top of my desk. I then tried to pick it up and stumbled out of class, mumbling about fresh air, called my dad, cussed him him, and fell asleep on the concrete bench outside. I woke up minutes later to my cell phone vibrating and my dad on the other end, very confused and a little hurt (everything was explained and turned out fine). Earlier that morning I had also leaned up against a wall to think and fell asleep.</p>
<p>Sleeping: After an extremely loud thunderclap, I woke up screaming, "Truck Explosion!"</p>
<p>Painful: After coming out of my job interview I got disoriented in the rain and started to run. I turned and ran pretty much full force into a parking meter.</p>
<p>Incoherent: A guy next to me asked a question and the TA responded but so did a douche bag that didn't know what he was talking about and the TA accidently said he was right too so the guy in the middle got confused and for some reason I thought of someone pulling a metal ribbon in and out of his ears and screamed "Ow!" while plugging my ears with my pointer fingers because that would hurt.</p>
<p>2 Clumsy: After Chem Lab lecture, I tried to walk, ask my TA a question, and hand in my paper to him at the same time. It didn't work and I stumbled down the steps and by the time I reached the bottom I was crawling on the floor still asking the question and still holding out the paper. && I fell down the steps in front of ISR and ripped my jeans.</p>
<p>I think those are good enough. Only a fraction of the crap that has happened to me. Time to turn in.</p>
<p>makes you wanna go to college...ahhhh</p>
<p>Yes, I am one of the studious and quiet types. I haven't quite gone partyin' yet... But the stupidest thing (and I laugh at it now because I was so dumb) that I've done so far was riding my bike for 13 miles along this map route for running for 3 hours... trust me, you had to be with me to discover how scary riding through the wooded backroads and not having much of idea how much further you had to go.... I had to stop by a stranger's house to find out how much further it was until my next turn! I was also getting quite nervous once I got back on the main road back to my college because it was getting dark. </p>
<p>The stupidest part: I did all this... ALONE. I didn't have my cellphone with me, only my college ID in case someone found me dead on the road.</p>
<p>Will not do this again but it was such a thrill because I FINISHED that damn thing!</p>
<p>And it was my birthday!!!!</p>
<p>Obviously, I never told my parents exactly what happened. All I said to them what did I do after my mom left was "I rode my bike for a while."</p>
<p>Illinibravoecho, LOL!! You sound like you are channeling Kramer.</p>
<p>My craziest thing: </p>
<p>At school in New England, and having no $ to go on a spring break trip, my friend and I decided to get in my car and just drive until it was warm.</p>
<p>We wound up in North Carolina at a Grateful Dead concert. Nuff said.</p>
<p>Ways that I have injured myself at college:</p>
<p>Tore frenulum by attempting to stuff copious amounts of cheese into mouth</p>
<p>Have cut myself at least a dozen times by banging my shins into the cinder blocks on my bed</p>
<p>Ran and tried to jump on the couch, but missed and hit the floor.</p>
<p>Skateboarded over a patch of ice and went flying</p>
<p>Skateboarded into a walnut and fell</p>
<p>Hit myself in the face with a pool cue while attempting to break</p>
<p>Hit myself in the face with a pool cue again, right after the previous incident</p>
<p>My shelves broke and fell and it scared me so much that jumped and hit my head against the wall</p>
<p>Slipped and fell down the stairs in my dorm while rushing to a performance, I then played trumpet at the performance with a concussion, missed a note</p>
<p>Was walking around the dorm and for no apparent reason, tripped and fell</p>
<p>Had lanyard get caught in drinking fountain after taking a drink</p>
<p>Tripped in lunch line and spilled hot soup in my lap</p>
<p>Got hit by a cue ball that someone accidentally jumped off of the table</p>
<p>Wow these all sound sober. You've almost got me beat. I got hit by a car. Luckily it only hit the back of my bike and knocked it over. He asked if I was alright I just shouted, "I have to get to class!" When I tried to ride off b/c I was in a hurry to get to class I found that the chain was broken. The guy in the car helped me get it on and I rode to class. It was a small discussion and I had been late before. He asked why I was late. I had to tell the truth: "I got hit by a car" and held up my dirty, oily, bloody hands. Complete silence with gasps. I didn't want a scene so I said, "No no it's ok. It was funny."</p>
<p>I also dropped my lunch tray on the floor and then slipped on it. How I managed that I still don't know. The funniest part about all of this is that I actually never get hurt. I fall all the time and I still haven't broken or hurt anything yet. It's kind of amazing.</p>
<p>As mentioned above, I get hurt all the time, yet I also have never broken a bone.</p>
<p>Wow, do any of you guys go to Clown College?</p>
<p>Funny, my band director in high school always said that I should go to clown college. Unfortunately, the one that he recommended was in Florida. No matter, he still tells me to plant myself in the ground and water myself. That way I will become a blooming idiot.</p>
<p>hmmm....I met up with a french guy off the internet at 11pm one night, and we communicated in a broken form of franglish (or franglais, if you prefer ;) ), until 3am, and in the meantime we went alll over montreal, from the Old Port to the Oratory, out through Cote de Neige...twas awesome. Both of us completely sober.</p>
<p>I performed in a 24 hour improv show as well...acting all through the night! No alcohol involved in that either...well, except a few cocktails I made with friends while on a break. But I wasn't drunk. </p>
<p>walking up to a bunch of drunk McGill students and yelling "GO CONCORDIA!", and then got treated to a very..um...graphic interpretive dance of the "F*** you bumblebees" song. It was freaking hysterical. But then we had to run as they tried to tackle us...</p>
<p>ummm...I nearly set my room on fire. I made an advent wreath using dollar store candles and a small wreath. I lit them and walked out, intending to grab a CD from a floormate. Ended up staying and talking for around 30 minutes, till I heard the room fire alarm go off...I thought, which poor person burnt the popcorn this time?, and casually walked back. Opened my door and...the wreath was on fire, the stack of papers next to the wreath was on fire, and my room was filled with smoke. Took most of the floor to air out the room while I put out the flames. Yeah, I am done with candles ;)</p>
<p>I plan to follow in the footsteps of my cousin who threw a burning couch out of an upper window of his frat house. Thats what I call crazy.</p>
<p>Yeah that is nuts. I try to stay away from destructing property after my good friend decided to take a sledgehammer from a frat and deconstruct parking meters. That turned into a little felony so I'm always careful not to be CRAZY when I'm drunk b/c I am always the fallguy, scapegoat, or something it is natural tendency for me to be acting just crazy enough to stand out and then be the one punished for the group. So I try to stay low-key in the crazy. I was on the bus on time and I don't remember this but this girl I know told me the next day that when people were getting on the bus that I shouted, "He's white!" at one of them. I basically turn into a five-year-old when I'm drunk. You can literally watch me regress through the years.</p>