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From the Australian Board of Tourism
So, come on down where we can all share a beer--legally
Dear Readers,
This is not a story, in the strictest sense, in fact it is not a story at all. After reading the stories of undergrad frustrations, and of anyone under 21 for that matter, who is forced to drink illegally, I was reminded of a magical land I once visited, a land of beauty and balance...
A land where the weather is warm and the people are cool. A land where the girls are hot and the beer is always ice cold, where copping a root has nothing to do with cops or gardening.
In Australia the legal age for drinking, driving, gambling and anything even remotely fun is 18 years old. To quote a line from a great Fosters ad:
I believe the world is round and down-under is on top
So come on down where we can all share a beer--legally ;)
Your mate, Jaja
-STI Cebu
[Editor's Note For every rave, there's always at least two rants.]
Another Roommate from Heck
She made my first year a living hell
TV shows always provide the facade that ALL college roomies are best friends and live happily ever after.
Is that true? Not always! My first roommate was beyond awful! The first week I moved in with her, she took control of everything. She would throw her trash, dirty plates and clothes all over my side of the room and she would take my stuff (such as my TV, stereo, and phone) without asking and I'd have to hunt them down.
I once found my TV sitting out in the common room with nobody around. I could never use my phone because she hid it or carried it around with her.
With her side being completely filthy (rotting food left on the desk, dusty living conditions)I ended up getting sick. My asthma flared up so bad one time that I had to go to the hospital. I laid in bed that afternoon with a 100 degree fever (it was summer) and she found out I was sick. She went over to her friends room next door and blared the radio and her and the friends banged on the wall until my mom (who lives 20 minutes away) came and took me to the hospital.
She even told everyone on-campus that I was a bitch. I reported my problems to the H.A.s, Residence counceler, and H.A.C.s, and all my reports were ignored, although things were getting worse. When I finally got moved out to a different dorm, she reported me for harassment (which turned out to be a hoax of her's) and I was on the verge of getting arrested and kicked out of school when the D.O.S. found out it was all a joke.
She made my first year a living hell and several of her friends ganged up on me.
This is not to scare anybody. I recommend to everyone that you lay down some boundaries before hand. I didn't do it till it was too late. It effected my stress and health a great deal. Overall, college is the best experience ever. After my first year was complete, I applied for a hall advisor job. My goal, if I'm accepted for the position, is to make sure no one has to feel the way I did the first term. I am in the process of starting a counceling group for roommates next fall as well.
This experience, as bad as it was, made me grow. In the words of Eleanor Roosevelt, "No one can make you feel inferior without your consent."
writer, nasha
UC
[Editor's Note Does every roomate story have to end badly? Let's hear some good ones.]
Do the Tutor
Again another suprise, no underwear.
I went to college, but I was pretty tame. Worked hard got my degree and that was about it. The one time I actually had a college experience was when this girl in my English class asked me if I could tutor her that night because she was having a hard time.
Well I had seen her in class before and figured that, well sure, why not.
So later that night she came over to my dorm. I invited her in and we sat down on my couch and I started to talk about what she was having trouble with. This is were I got the biggest shock of my life. She jumped on my lap and told me she had been waiting all year to ask me out but couldn't come to do it.
She stood up and slid off her jeans. Again another suprise, no underwear. She ripped off my pants so fast I swear I got burned. She went down on me while I finished stripping us down. She then got on her knees and told me to fuck the shit out of her. I jumped on behind her and had the wildest night of my life. When I woke up the next day I continued to have the best morning of my life.
To this day Ill never forget that sexy little vixen.
writer, bea
University of San Carlos
[Editor's Note Tutors can turn up the heat, that's for sheezy.]
The Suitable Suitor
My boyfriend allowed to go on the trip even though He was gonna be there
I'm a 19-year-old second year student at the Asian College of Science and Technology in the Philippines. I had a boyfriend and you could say that he had everything that a woman wants in a guy. He loved me. We greatly enjoyed the time that we spent together. My family liked him too. I "thought" I was as happy as I could be, until one summer.
It was holy week when my friends asked me to go out of town with them. It was hard for me to go because Stephen was going to be there. He was my suitor and I told myself that I would never get involved with him--never in my life! One of the main reasons is his brother was my best friend, and he was only 17 at that time (too young for me, I guess). My boyfriend didn't want me to go with them because he knew that Stephen was also going to be there. We had a big fight before he eventually agreed that I could go.
My friends and I really had a great time on our vacation. But, for some reason, every time I saw Stephen something happened inside of me that I can't explain. I would try not to look at him, but my heart was begging for it. One night my friends decided to have a drink. Despite of my headache and a bad feeling about drinking, I joined them. I was only going to drink a little--or so I told myself.
Then I had a little more and a little more… I don't remember exactly what happened, but somehow I ended up falling asleep next to Stephen. I wanted to cry. I couldn't believe that I got myself into that situation. But I had no reason to be afraid. Stephen was so kind and respectful. He didn't take advantage of me, even though he could have very easily. Ever since then, I have wanted to be with him all the time. I want to know everything about him. Stephen told me that he has loved me ever since we first met. Hearing that made my heart jump with joy and my eyes cry tears of happiness. I was so in love with him that I had forgotten about my sweet boyfriend in Manila. I didn't understand what had happened to me. All I knew was that I refused to listen to my mind and all of my doubts. Instead I have followed my heart and now I'm happy with Steve.
I don't know what my boyfriend will say about this, but whatever he says I have already told myself that I love my man (Stephen) now and I want him to be mine forever.
writer, lizabeth
-Asian College of Science and Technology
[Editor's Note Nothing punctuates a good drunken story like a visit to your local nudie bar.]
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