FYE 6

It was Homecoming at Gallaudet, the day everyone was anticipating for. As a new freshman, I didn’t know what to expect. Some claimed Homecoming was the highest peak of crazy parties. Some said the most exciting thing was the football game. One thing for sure is that it was an outrageous experience I wasn’t expecting.
My roommate, Sandy, had her seventeen year old best friend come to stay in our room. I had an old friend from RIT come and stay with us. Sandy’s friend, Roni, was underage so we had to sneak her in the entire weekend. Fortunately we never got caught. Of course, we had to sneak in some alcohol to complete the homecoming experience. I bought some during the day, before the RAs started their bag to bag inspections. After I stocked my refrigerator, Sandy and I welcomed our friends. This was the night before homecoming and we had a party in our room but it was nothing compared to homecoming night.
On the morning of homecoming, my friends and I went to see the football game. Since I am not a fan of football and don’t understand how it is played, I only stayed for an hour-ish. I took a nap until the game was over. My friends and I decided to go to Happyland that night instead of the Bash because it was cheaper. We always pre-party before we go to the actual party but everyone left so early for the actual party except us. We decided to have a designated driver to drive us to an alcohol store and buy more alcohol since we all drank everything that was in my refrigerator the night before. Afterwards we all drank at top of the parking garage next to the Kellogg hotel and got intoxicated quickly, I was handling it the best.
We met some friends on Eighth Street and started walking to Happyland. Half way there a friend realized she forgot her ID so everyone stumbled back to campus. When we got back, I realized two of my friends were already beyond drunk. My sober friend came up with the idea of driving to Subway to get some bread in hopes to sober us up a bit. It all went crazy at Subway.
I stayed in the car with the drunken people. One friend complained she needed to pee badly and Subway has an employee only restroom. I looked around and saw a dumpster in the middle of an empty parking lot. I dragged her there and peed behind the dumpster. As we walked back to the car, she asked me why my extremely drunk friend was in the driver’s seat. I looked and sure enough, the friend was trying to drive and the car was still on. I ran full-speed to the car and yanked the keys out of the ignition. The whole time she was stomping on the gas and asking why the car wasn’t going. Thank god she couldn’t register the fact the car had to be in drive in order to do so, it was still in park. She pouted as I yelled at her to get in the back seat.
Once we got our sandwiches, I tried to feed the drunkest girl but she told me she was allergic to tomatoes; the sandwich had tomatoes in it. I asked her friend if that was true, she confirmed it. I accidentally smeared mayonnaise on the seats as I picked out the tomatoes. At this point, my sober friend and I decided it was hopeless to sober them up. We went back on campus to put them all in my room. That is when the most stressful and entertaining thing happened.
We decided to take the stairwell and I live on the ninth floor. We split in two groups and the first group went up right away. I had to stay behind with my good friend because she had to pee, again. We ended up peeing outside the basement because she claimed she was going to wet her pants. After a long peeing session, I dragged her up the stairs and only went as far as the third floor. My friend fell and I was trying to get her to get up, I looked behind me and saw a DPS guy. My friends and I have a “game”. If we say, “DPS”, it means we have to act as sober as we can. I told my friend, “DPS” but instead of acting sober she rolled around laughing. To my horror the DPS guy picked her up and carried her to a couch on the third floor lobby. At this point I was her best friend because everyone else disappeared, running away from the DPS.
I had to explain the situation and show our IDs. The entire time my friend was all over the couch, talking to the DPS about how much she loved and hated cheerleading. I videotaped her half of the time. After the EMS came and gave me approval to take her to my room and tuck her in bed, I hauled her up to my room and put her in my bed. Instead of going to sleep, she said, “I want to party! Can we go now?” I explained that we couldn’t because she got busted. She claimed she didn’t remember and started crying because she wanted to party. I refused to let her leave the room. The room was full of drunken people on the floor and I was the least drunk person there aside from my sober friend. I was pretty frustrated because I wanted to go to Happyland. I couldn’t, instead I stayed in the room taking care of everyone. The next morning, my friends woke up and didn’t remember anything from the night before. I showed them the videos and got mortified reactions. I found out the craziest thing, no one was actually allergic to tomatoes.