Brothers
You decide to go to college. It's hard to leave your family and your girlfriend, but you need to look to the future. Certainly this wasn't an easy decision for you, but it is probably the wisest.
You bid your brothers goodbye, and your parents put together a box of supplies for your college life. Within the box are stamps, envelopes, and paper to keep in touch with people, along with several calling cards. It's the closest thing to decency that you've received from your parents in years.
Gwen says she feels like you are abandoning her and she won't talk to you anymore. It hurts to hear her say this, but there are other girls out there and you'll be okay. You have your whole life ahead of you.
In your first year you are overwhelmed with the work you have to do. Shortly after you turn nineteen, you are invited to a keg party down the hall from your dorm room. It's not a frat party, for that you are thankful. Fraternities are like plagues that prey on college men to screw up their futures. A few of your friends are going to be there and they keep pressing you to come.
It's ten o'clock at night and the party started an hour ago. You have been trying unsuccessfully to finish up an essay that's due by the end of tomorrow, but are to distracted by the party that you're missing out on. The words seem to run together, and everything you attempt to write looks like crap on paper.
You bid your brothers goodbye, and your parents put together a box of supplies for your college life. Within the box are stamps, envelopes, and paper to keep in touch with people, along with several calling cards. It's the closest thing to decency that you've received from your parents in years.
Gwen says she feels like you are abandoning her and she won't talk to you anymore. It hurts to hear her say this, but there are other girls out there and you'll be okay. You have your whole life ahead of you.
In your first year you are overwhelmed with the work you have to do. Shortly after you turn nineteen, you are invited to a keg party down the hall from your dorm room. It's not a frat party, for that you are thankful. Fraternities are like plagues that prey on college men to screw up their futures. A few of your friends are going to be there and they keep pressing you to come.
It's ten o'clock at night and the party started an hour ago. You have been trying unsuccessfully to finish up an essay that's due by the end of tomorrow, but are to distracted by the party that you're missing out on. The words seem to run together, and everything you attempt to write looks like crap on paper.