Tonight is Shirttails at Hendrix, the yearly rendition of Raunch-O-Rama.

Just kidding!

Apparently, the dance coordinators were most definitely told to tone down the sexual innuendo a LOT. Last year when I did Shirttails, we were performing oral sex on our partners and screaming out orgasmically at certain key points.
So, I'm in my room on duty, writing a quick journal entry, waiting with butterflies in my stomach for 9:00, for that is when I get to peel out of my room like a mad banshee and head for the dance. Like, nobody is in the dorm right now because they're basically all either a) drinking somewhere else, b) watching the boys' dorms dance, or c) doing all of the above and more.

It feels weird being a sophomore right now. Last year, the college did a superb job making sure that all the freshers were totally and completely comfortable with the idea of making the college transition. The freshers had Orientation Trips of many different colors, Playfair (a mass orgy of sweaty people in the soccer field, laughing and having a good time, in a very non-sexual way), and like a bazillion other "icebreakers".
But for the sophomores, there's nothing. You move in, get a pat on the back for coming back to Hendrix at all, and the administrators tell you to go confirm your schedule. Our transition was classes starting. Lame.
It was different for me since I had to have RA Training, which was a BLAST! I had time to bond with my fellow Resident Assistants and get free food all the time. Which was freakin' sweet.

Ahh! Twenty minutes until it starts! So stoked! I get to actually watch everyone's dance instead of bruising myself over the bricks doing the Crawl. I still have the scar. I will always remember freshman year of college that way. It's better than getting a tattoo, because it's free!