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being in college doesn't mean you know anything
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being in college doesn't mean you know anything By the end of high school, I had learned some interesting and seemingly important things; your permanent record that everyone used to modify your behavior, was not real unless you were a sports star, you probably would get any sort of scholarships to help with the next level of education, so why do they call it a scholarship, it has nothing to do with scholastics, it's about how well you play sports and party after school. Neither of which had anything to do with me. My entire social life could be summed up in just a few words; sexual humiliation and rejection. It was 1971 and the only chance I had to escape the disaster that was my life was the draft board. Hey, my brother, drew number one, last year surely I could expect the same, there was hope, but when life hits you in the face it does it twice, Number 364 (and they are only drafting to number 127) and forget enlisting my appendices ruptured! No military service for me. Believe it or not, all the girls knew I faked the attack to avoid the service. So it also meant that no girl would accompany me to senior prom. Outcast complete. So I graduated a virgin all the way through, Life hated me and I knew for sure people were no damn good, had it printed on a big orange pin that I wore on my harris tweed to my first semester of college, But the healing from the surgery of my faked illness did introduce me to Rosy Palm and her five sisters. There was a whole new world coming at me and it started with the outcast was now the man on campus and just under two years, I became legendary as the campus Romeo thanks to a classmate telling everyone I was sleeping with every girl I met. The truth was I was drawing most of the girls I met, and half of them could not even remember my name, but funny thing, none of them wanted to be seen as the girl I didn't sleep with so they all confirmed that it had happened even though it hadn't. A girl that was warm for my friend ended up going out with me and we did not like each other. I went out with her to help her get to functions that were assigned for English class as for my friend he was pursuing other rejections. It was almost three months before I realized I was dating a girl whose name I could not remember. and another six months for us to discover we were both virgins, She believed their rumors and I was oblivious to them after all " people are no damn good" so why would I care what they had to say about me. That was almost fifty years ago. We are still together, and I still get violently ill when I anticipate having sex. I guess some things just happen because I learned being in college doesn't mean you know anything |
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