AA

I awoke in my bed to the sound of my roommate's voice.  "You coming big guy?" I looked at my phone to see what time it was and then realized I had my AA meeting in a few minutes.  I crawled out of bed, got dressed, and left the room with DM and PP.  We arrived at the old classroom in St. Johns Hall where we all took seats and waited for the counselor to arrive.  While waiting, a few other students filed into the room and took their seats.  At about 1:33 a young guy wearing a shirt and tie walked into the room.  He introduced himself and proceeded to explain how he was a grad student studying psychology.  Eric, as he said his name was, asked each of the students in the room to introduce themselves and to explain what kind of trouble they had gotten into.  From that moment on I knew that we were all in good company.

The first guy called upon introduced himself and began telling his story.  "Well, I was in my room smoking [weed I presume] and apparently someone else was smoking down the hall.  It was there sh** that was smelling up the hallway because they had a blunt but I didn't.  Public Safety thought it was coming from my room so they came in and I got caught.  I had to pay a $300 fine because I hung a hat over the smoke detector."  This was exactly the kind of story that I had been looking forward to all week.  Eric looked at him with a smile on his face, "Well what did you learn."  The kid glanced back at him, "Don't smoke in the room I guess."

Eric then moved on to a girl sitting beside the smoker.  She introduced herself and started with her story, "Well, I was walking past public safety to get back onto campus and I dropped my phone.  When I went to pick it up I kind of stumbled a little bit.  I was in heels so its understandable."  Sitting there I was picturing this girl dropping her phone and then just completely face-planting when she went to pick it up.  I felt like everyone there under exaggerated their stories, but who could blame them.

Next, was my personal favorite.  A kid in the back of the room started up, "I was walking back onto campus and my shirt was a little messed up so the public safety officers stopped me."  Eric stopped him right away and asked the details of what "messed up" really meant.  "Well, apparently there was dirt and blood on my shirt.  They asked me what happened but I couldn't remember so they sent me to the hospital."  Dirt and blood!?  The entire time sitting in that classroom I kept thinking to myself, "How are we getting the same punishment as these people?"  It didn't make any sense.  

After everyone finished with their stories Eric let everyone out.  The entire thing took about 15 minutes.  What a joke.  It was very entertaining though I must say.

Stay classy,
Bhoov