Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:I’ll start. I got really realllllllly drunk and also took ecstasy at a party and we were crammed on a balcony. It literally broke off and we all landed in a huge pile. One kid broke an arm, another an ankle but other than that only scrapes and scratches because there were thick bushes below. We all then hugged each other and told each other how much we loved one another (ecstasy talking) and then I barfed right in front of the firemen who seemed to show up immediately.
I told my college-aged kid part: I was on a balcony during a party and it broke off from the building, but luckily I didn’t get hurt because I fell in the bushes. With the lesson don’t stand on crowded balconies
So glad no one was badly hurt. A group of Irish students were killed and badly injured when this happened in Berkeley.
Anonymous wrote:Crank called girl in next dorm room who was loudly coughing: “Satan says STOP COUGHING!!”
To DD: Dorm walls are really thin so be considerate.
Anonymous wrote:Slept with a professor, drunken unprotected sex, got in cars with people who were impaired. I would never tell my kids these things. I regret all of these but I think telling kids is sort of condoning it. It says if you do this kind of stuff, you can still turn out ok like me. I’d rather them think this is risky behavior and if they still do it, it’s on them.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:I’ll start. I got really realllllllly drunk and also took ecstasy at a party and we were crammed on a balcony. It literally broke off and we all landed in a huge pile. One kid broke an arm, another an ankle but other than that only scrapes and scratches because there were thick bushes below. We all then hugged each other and told each other how much we loved one another (ecstasy talking) and then I barfed right in front of the firemen who seemed to show up immediately.
I told my college-aged kid part: I was on a balcony during a party and it broke off from the building, but luckily I didn’t get hurt because I fell in the bushes. With the lesson don’t stand on crowded balconies
That I smoking weed and hated it—Yet I told him. That I had sex with almost any man boy who knocked on my door. Didn’t tell him. I had ptsd from sexual assault and was traumatized and really thought that I was only good for sex. No I won’t share this with him.
Anonymous wrote:I’ll start. I got really realllllllly drunk and also took ecstasy at a party and we were crammed on a balcony. It literally broke off and we all landed in a huge pile. One kid broke an arm, another an ankle but other than that only scrapes and scratches because there were thick bushes below. We all then hugged each other and told each other how much we loved one another (ecstasy talking) and then I barfed right in front of the firemen who seemed to show up immediately.
I told my college-aged kid part: I was on a balcony during a party and it broke off from the building, but luckily I didn’t get hurt because I fell in the bushes. With the lesson don’t stand on crowded balconies