Sep 01, 04 10:41 am — It is back-to-school season so I thought it might be entertaining to hear some stories about your "first day at college". It is often one of those memories, for better or worse, that sticks with you for the rest of your life.
my story
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I was driven to college (RPI, an engineering school in Troy NY) in our family station wagon by my Mother. Although I'm pretty embarrassed saying that my Mother took me to college today, I'm not sure if I was embarrassed back then. RPI was not my first choice so I had not even bothered to visit the campus before enrolling. My Mother took the opportunity to remaniss about her first day of college (Syracuse, NY). She explained that her first day of college was the best day of your life. Apparently she was a pretty hot ticket back then and she had 4 dates lined up by the end of her first day on campus. One of those dates was with Dick Clark (from American Bandstand).
I was encouraged by her experience but she definitely set my expectations pretty high. When I arrived my roommate was already moved in and seemed to be studying when I first entered the room. Since classes hadn't yet started I should have recognized this as a red flag but didn't at the time. He seemed a little geeky and we didn't exactly form an instant bond but he seemed acceptable. It wasn't until about 8 months later when he had a nervous breakdown while I was sleeping and he was studying. All of sudden he started talking to himself repeating over and over "I lost my yellow pencil", "I lost my yellow pencil". This started out quietly but gradually built up in volume until he was yelling "I LOST MY YELLOW PENCIL". I started to get a little nervous as I pretended to sleep wondering what it would feel like to be stabbed in my sleep with a yellow pencil.
Anyway, by the end of my first day on campus not only did I not have 4 dates lined up but I barely even saw 4 women on campus all day. This was back when the school had a male to female ratio of about 50 to 1 and believe me, the 1 was nothing to write home about. Why didn't anybody tell me about this ! I soon realized that it might have been a good idea to visit the campus that I was going to spend 4 years at before enrolling !
When I went to bed that first night, I thought to myself "If this is the best day of my life then I'm going to have a pretty sucky life !".
-miyh
Why the "sorry" ? It was supposed to be funny.
I pictured a queer little man cuddled up in a big pink duvet while a large yellow pencil stood menacing in the shadows, looming over him
Ah ! In that case I accept your appology for your unflattering mental image. And for future reference, my big duvet is mauve. 
You have more than one?
Dare I ask what the medium/small duvet is for?
"Clark attended Syracuse University where he majored in advertising with a minor in radio. In his senior year he had a got a job with WOLF a country station in Syracuse He came back to WRUN for a short time where he used the name Richard Clay that led to his first television job, as a newscaster at WKTV in Utica, NY. Using the name Dick Clark in 1952 he went to work for WFIL radio and television in Philadelphia, PA"
your mom is old.
No wonder we haven't found Bin Laden yet. All you guys in the FBI spend you time verifying Madville journals !
litty knows everything.
anything you need to know, litty's the man for you.
[Comment was edited by evolution on September 01, 2004 at 02:11:49 PM]
not only did I not have 4 dates lined up
[Comment was edited by mookster on September 01, 2004 at 01:06:26 PM]
ROTFLMAO!!!!!
Never expect a competent interpretation of the written word from him. 
Him? Be more specific.
You didn't get the joke.
OK - YOU
Okay, you constantly go around pointing out people's spelling errors when you can't even spell a simple word like "epitome" right. You have bad sentence structure. You use million dollar words when they're not needed. You're just a cocky asshole, and everything that comes out of your mouth is pure crap. The intelligent and well-read facade you've created for yourself isn't working. I can see right through your bullshit. 
Funny how I constantly do something when I only did it once, and even then said I hesitated to do it.
Please refer back to my comment on "competent interpretation".
Thank you for responding to my troll, though. 
BTW - Did you sign an agreement with Hugh Janblack for rights to broadcast that avatar? I think there may some copyright infringement issues to resolve.
Sure, pal. Good attempt at saving face by referring to what you did as trolling. It was clever, but you failed.
My bullshit detector is consistantly accurate, so maybe that'll teach you not to get passed it, eh?
Then it must be going off every time you try to think. 
Excellent effort, MIYH, although I am beginning to wonder if you have some kind of ISSUE with the color yellow. Yellow pencils, yellow hat, hmmm. I wonder what that scene would look like in MS Paint format. Maybe not a searing image like Washington crossing the Delaware, but probably a good deal funnier. (Too bad I can't MS paint worth a crap)
Music sticks in my head more than anything, so the clearest memory I have of moving into college in Michigan was that most of the kids had stereos, which I did not. Two songs were being played over and over, Maggie May by Rod Steward and Stairway to Heaven by Led Zep.
R O F L!!
Awesome pic.
MIYH snores?
well you'd have to ask him, i was merely trying to depict a sleep-like state 
Heh, looks like RIP.
Nice drawing but you forgot the big pink duvet that Kalika gave me !
[Comment was edited by maninyellowhat on September 02, 2004 at 12:30:50 AM]
My first day I had to walk through this field to get to a temporary building. I was workin' my cute new college duds, and guess what? The fawkin sprinklers came on. Not only was I late to my class, but I won the wet t-shirt contest, as I was the only entry. I DID get an A for the semester, though..
MWAA HAA HAA
When I left for college, my parents gave me a gift.
A typewriter.
(At least it was an electric typewriter. It was KINDA cool... 
)
Is that your mom or the electric typewriter (typewrite-ist) that she gave you?
I hesitate to ask where the electric plug would be inserted.
My first day of college my mother went and dropped me off at Oregon State University. The problem was I wasn't enrolled there and while I was trying to get back home my Mom changed the locks on the house!
Ahhh I fondley remember my first day of college. 'Twas a bright sunny summer day.
Er..no...I didn't go to college. I went to work. No time for learny learny...had $ to make. I do wish I would have taken some part time studys. I really loved higher mathmatics and physics, and whilst in highschool I actually earned college credits in those two areas.
1st story... Went to Wilberforce University in Ohio.. Never visited the place and apparently didn't do my homework. I got dropped off there by my parents.. The school had 2 buildings.. the dorms/caffateria and the school building. There were 800 students and you couldn't even pick when you wanted to take your courses. I had classes on the weekends at nite.. name it. Thank god wilber was around. He drove a big yellow school bus that costed .50 to go to town (main street) where there was a k-mart. Wonderful times... sigh.
Next college, NC Central University... my parents yet again drove me down there. The bad part was that my parents had not paid for me going their and thought they could setup a payment plan when they got down there... WRONG. The school wanted $5500 and it was due now. They had to put it on a credit card without any other options. Of couse when I flunked all my couses that year, they never let me down. I found work and liked it more then shool.... Oh well...
I don't mean to offend, but are the spelling errors part of a joke, or are you just tired or something??
I know the spelling error thing has been going around, but if you did it as a joke, I'm going to laugh my ass off right now. But if it was done in haste, please disreguard this reply.
My first day of college was August 16th of this year. Not much memorable about it. My car was broken down so Joe gave me a ride there since he's taking classes at my school while still enrolled in high school (he's a senior). I got there by 7:30 and my first class didn't start till 10.
I raided the vending machines for snacks, walked about campus and socialized with old friends, and went on to my 10 o'clock lit class. The teacher in there is an extremely liberal extremely butch lesbian so that was interesting. But all the stuff we're doing in there thus far I did last year so I'm rather bored. Then I went and ate lunch with Joe before going to my only other class that day psychology where we talked about ourselves and socially acceptable responses on sex surveys, all in all an interesting period.
Kalika
I started to get a little nervous as I pretended to sleep wondering what it would feel like to be stabbed in my sleep with a yellow pencil.
I cracked up when I read this, sorry.