Worst thing I did was definitely your mom.

Well, that or the genocide.

I didn’t do this, but 3 of my good friends slept with professors (not the same professor). Really common in the 80s, but not sure if it is still common.

Anonymous wrote:Maybe not the worst, but:

- was assigned to read a novel in another language.

Bought the English translation and those old “Cliff Notes” instead. Read both; got an A.

If that’s the worst thing you did ages 18-22, you should seriously be nominated for sainthood.

Voted for Jimmy Carter

Maybe not the worst, but:

- was assigned to read a novel in another language.

Bought the English translation and those old “Cliff Notes” instead. Read both; got an A.

Anonymous wrote:Well, I would never tell my kids or my husband this, but I slept with a police officer to keep myself out of jail. I was young and attractive then, and I did not want to risk leaving a permanent mark on my record. It was the early 00s and I got pregnant from the encounter. Busted condom. I was engaged to my husband at the time and I told him the baby was his, even though I knew it wasn't. Now, my oldest (NOT my husband's) is off to college this year. I passed on the lesson to make safe choices but I could never tell him what I did. I'm too ashamed

Or not, but I (NP) wish there were a way for her to have some sort of "open if I die and you find out surprising news about your daD and want to know the story but otherwise don''t open this" envelope

Anonymous wrote:I did so many stupid, dangerous, cringe-inducing things in college. The worse I can’t even bring myself to type out. I drank to the point of blacking out too many times, and I guess maybe I thought I was having fun at the time, but in retrospect I was a mess. Depressed, not fitting in, and with a lot of unresolved issues from home. I don’t think there’s need to share specific incidents with my kids, but I think I can speak to them generally about using substances to mask issues, versus just to loosen up and have a little fun.

A lot of binge drinking in my group. I would get blackout drunk too. I’m glad I would wake up with someone in our group but looking back I wish I had asked what happened. One party at my apartment one of the guys was hovering around me all night. I knew him, cute but never talked. I was drinking too much, the cops came and kicked everyone out that’s the last I remembered . Next thing it’s morning and I got up, I had his shirt on and he’s sleeping in my bed. I threw his shirt at his head as hard as I could like it was his fault. And it wasn’t even the first time I was with him.

I wasn’t depressed or anything I just couldn’t hold my liquor. I was a size 0 and after two drinks I could feel myself fading. I was not a drinker in high school and I quit drinking after college. It did not agree with me.

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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.

No that is absurd.

Tell your kids and teach them to be better humans.

Oh please. Typical college stuff for many. I got an A in a class that I didn’t deserve because a young professor wanted a “date”. As I tried to slink out of class on the last day he called me over to invite me to his house and tell me I got an A.

I went to a very dry (religious) campus. Not Wheaton, but similar. The group of girls, I hung out with, locked the guys out of their home and pretended to have a Native American raid. The home had been part of a Native American raid in the 1800s - according to an urban legend.