From the years of 1992-1996, I attended a small college named after the town of Cazenovia. Over these four years, I had quite a few tales to tell, and I have been asked to tell them! And IF you can remind me of any of them, since I am just starting this page, please tell me!
Tale #1-I could tell you about my freshman year, but what is to tell really? I made on of my acknowledged biggest mistakes by becoming friends with a big barney wanna be of a man named Labannon Spencer. At the time I didn't think nothing of it, but everywhere I went, like the P+C a half mile away, the town pharmacy, where ever, he WAS there or wanted to go! I accused him of following me, he told me it was a small town so where I was, he would be too. Um sure...
Tale#2-Many of the stories I have learned, have come through Craig Simon.Through my one and half years of rooming with Craig, I learned more about the underside of the school's politics and how the students didn't see dollar one of their tuition used for any worth. He told me about how Schnieweiss, at the time the President of the school, would rarely be seen, rarely talk to the students, and sit on a $32 million dollar endowment, and use the money for recruitment trips. While the droms were left uncared for and crumbling, the Embezzler, would be off in Japan. On one of the town papers, he was standing proudly in front of his new jet! That's like a CEO using his underlings!
Tale#3-In my sophomore and junior years, I lived in Park Hall. In the years after, I have referred to Park as my second home, since I hardly spent any time at Hubbard,my dorm in my senior year. If there was something that Craig and I were worried about all the time, it would be the dreaded "b". Always ringing the fire alarm, and never coming out for them, making the RA's bend to their will. Heck, even to this day Herman Stoll, one of Craig's best friends, is still terrified of two words:BIG LEE. One time Herman had a dream that instead of James Hettfield on a Metallica poster, he saw Big Lee's face saying "white man gonna suck my dick tonight". Craig could never get enough of this story, but we were terrifie in our own right. We roomed practically next to Chris Boggs, the "leader" of the "b". One night he busts in says "wake your white asses up!" Craig is ready for a fight. Me, I know my role and know I will get hurt and try to back off. Carig is then yelling at me that I don't have his back, so I tell him, listen there are three others out there with him, and who knows who else is hiding!
Tale #4-March 14, 1995-The day of the infamous"Goof Dive". I went to the swimming pool at the gymnasium at usual around 6:20ish after my classes. My roomate Craig and people I knew were already up there, splashing around the pool and what not. I liked to dive off the board a lot. At this time, I figured out how to perform a one and a half somersault dive. So I would do that a lot. So around the 6:30 time, I went off to do another one. As I bounced on the board, my left foot slipped off the board and I came crashing down on my right leg. So I'm sitting on the board for a half a second, so I figured I'll just flop into the water. Now at this point, my leg is killing me. so I go to the side of the pool and get out. My ankle is swollen like a big balloon and reddish. The guard sees me, 'cause he saw me fall off the board and asks me to walk a few steps. I tell him I can, but it hurts like a son of a bitch. My whole body is feeling this huge pain centered on my lower right leg. He says I'm fine. But it is the worst pain I have ever felt.
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