Returning to abstinence after weeks of debauchery with television
I came to college in the fall of 2004 armed with a suite in Vanderbilt, three Yale sweatshirts, the alcohol tolerance of a baby raccoon and excellent Gaydar.
Now, embarking on my sixth semester as an Eli, absolutely none of this is different. 100 “Gs” of tuition have apparently made no impact on the person I am today. My father would have a conniption fit if he knew.
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Director Houston recounts past
