College Rules Lucky Fucking Freshman Site

I interviewed a junior at a large state school last year. Let’s call him "Cody." Cody described his freshman hazing: forced to stand in a trash can filled with ice water and raw chicken for forty-five minutes while sorority girls walked by. “It was the worst night of my life,” Cody said. “But the next day, the guys took me to breakfast. The president of the house put his arm around me and said, ‘College rules, man. You’re lucky. You’re a fucking freshman.’ I felt like I had won something.”

When the frat bro yells "College rules!" across the quad, smile politely and keep walking. When someone calls you a "lucky fucking freshman," understand that they are trying to sell you a ticket to a party you don’t want to attend. college rules lucky fucking freshman

The upperclassman who yells, "College rules!" isn’t celebrating your arrival. He is asserting his domain. He was you two years ago—vomiting in the same hedge, crying to the same RA. Now, he is the gatekeeper. The "luck" of the freshman is the luck of the parasite finding a host. You get to survive if you are useful. I interviewed a junior at a large state school last year