College Age Antics - Post Yours

[Straight Arrow]

During the golden wild sixties of fishing, fun, and fraternity life at Montana State, some doubted I would graduate as I spent more time in the Gallatin and Madison Rivers than in the classroom. Army ROTC and fraternity kitchen crew, along with hot tar roofing cooled with beer consumption, helped pay college costs. Favorite kitchen crew trick was shaving cream instead of whipped cream on the brothers' date's pie for dessert ... as we peeked from the kitchen chuckling. There were the usual pranks like releasing a pig in the rival frat house across the street, painting stipes on the Delta Gamma Sorority anchor, and being crazy before, during, and after Bobcat football games. BTW Cats beat Griz all four years I attended MSU ... with one game punctuated by a then college football field goal record 59 yard boot by the Norwegian Jan Stenerud (now NFL Hall of Fame), who came to MSU on a ski scholarship and transformed soccer skills into football excellence.

But the favorite activies were road trips to Yellowstone and other SW Montana destinations in Minerva, the crank-start antique yellow 1916 White park touring bus owned and driven each term by a couple fraternity members. We would fill the bus with snacks and beer and hit the road. I was blessed to be owner/driver for a few years ... but the driver was limited to one beer every half hour!

 

[R.K.]

I attended a college with cheap beer, few women, and an explosives program.

I’m just gonna plead the fifth, and state I have retired from professional drinking.

 

[jryoung]

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True story, it was our fraternity's Dartmouth Chapter that was the inspiration for the movie Animal House.

 

[Irrelevant]

Back home one summer, I organized a group to climb mt Adams. The night before, I told everyone to come over for some fresh salmon and, of course, some beers. Some beers turned into a lot of beers, then someone suggested we just leave now.

Seemed like a good idea, so we packed and took off. Well, it's like an hour to the trailhead, and people are starting to sober up and lose all that drunk energy. But one friend rallies and says, "Let's just start now!" "Ok..." So off we go.

Somewhere just above treeline, we lose the route. End up scaling a small series of cliffs without protection, but finally make it to the glacier.

At this point, two friends bail. They're already spent from drinking and no sleep. One buddy and I press on.

With it still being dark, the ice is cold and hard, and without crampons, you have to drive your poles in, then lift yourself up, kick in a step, then repeat. I lost my last buddy at some point in this stretch. At the false summit, I'm alone and cold and feel pretty miserable. But, I was already there, so I used my last bit of energy to jog the last mile to the true summit, just in time to see the sun come up. It was pretty frickin cool. I highly recommend it.

But as I sit, I realize I haven't eaten or drunk anything since we left the truck, like 6 hrs earlier. I open my small day pack, which I'll remind you I packed while drunk, to discover I don't have any water. However, I do have a full-sized Stanley thermos of hot coffee, three bottles of beer, a PBJ, and some chew (I don't chew). A bit shocked but not one to look a gift horse in the mouth, I poured a cup of coffee. Then took a dip, immediately got sick and threw up, then tried to wash the taste out of my mouth with a beer, threw up some more, and decided it was time to get the f off this mountain.

I'm heading back down, and just as I near the lip of the false summit, some dudes come up. Now I haven't seen anyone else in quite a while. And these guys a ful blown "Mountaineers" they're roped up, with down suits, crampons, and ice axes. As they come, they form a half circle around me. At this point, I should point out that I'm in Danner logging boots (I worked for the FS in the summers), purple board shorts, and a light windbreaker. I'm rocking two mismatched ski poles, one of which is severely bent, and lime green mittens. One of these "Professionals" asks, "Where'd you come from?"

"The summit, it's great up there, you should hurry before you lose the great light! Where are you guys from?"

"Portland"

"Ah..."

I start to walk by them, then turn and ask, "Do you guys want any beer?"

One guy chuckles, "Sure. Why?"

I drop my pack and pull out two more beer bottles, one in each hand, and hold them out. Their jaws are hanging open. I have to effectively force the beers upon them. Then as I'm again turning to leave. The same one asks, "Who are you?" "Just a local. I live right about there." and using the straight pole, point towards my house down in the valley. And I bail off the edge.

I rende'd with the one friend still slowly working his way up, he was happy to turn around and follow me down. We found the other two asleep in the bed of the truck, because I forgot to give them the truck keys.

Mt Adams, isn't a hard mt, it's a steep walk. But it's still 7k vert, and 12k in altitude. The amount of risk that was assumed without any real thought... It just drives home the point that at a certain age, you're bullet proof.

 

[BigHornRam]

I lived in an Ag Frat while going to school. It was basically a bunch of farm kids turned loose in the city to maybe get an education and drink a lot of beer. One day when I was a pledge, another pledge, Dusty, came into my room while I was doing homework. He says Moyer told him to fetch him some coffee, and asked me what I thought, while holding a cup of hot coffee towards me. Moyer was pretty much a dick to everyone, so I leaned over and spit some Beachnut juice into the cup of coffee, and continued on with my homework. Dusty says "yeah, that's what I thought you would say."

I've probably told the possum story several times before so not going to repeat it.

 

[CowboyLeroy]

Not until I can find out statutes of limitations

 

[Hem]

True story, it was our fraternity's Dartmouth Chapter that was the inspiration for the movie Animal House.

One weekend I hitch hiked 3 hours North to party at a Dartmouth fraternity. Slept sitting up in someone's closet that night, it was pretty cramped.

 

[brymoore]

Friday afternoon freshman year second term. I’m not sure how it started but there’s a couple guys and gals in my room pre partying a few beers deep. I decided to skip a class for the fun. Almost too late I remember I had an exam in the class! I chug my beer and run to the class.

I’m chatting with the guy next to me and he tells me I’m drunk. I laugh.

I’m in the class Monday and the exams are passed back to us. Buddy tells me he got a C. I look down at my exam and then show him the big red A on it. He got pissed and I laughed.

 

[Hem]

One more comment before I proceed to something more productive.
Plenty of copy cat Zoo schools.
ZooMass was the very first.

 

[Straight Arrow]

Nelson Story was an early day cattle baron, bringing cattle from Texas to Montana. Family fortune enabled his son to build a beautiful mansion in Bozeman at the turn of the 20th century. Our fraternity purchased the mansion after several years and that is where I was blessed to live during college years. The upstairs floor was a large open attic space with many bunks where we slept in this "dorm" space, always with open windows to ventilate the frat boys' aura. I recall waking with frost on my blanket during winter months.
After my days, the fraternity sold Minerva and the mansion. The City of Bozeman now owns the building and fortunately has renovated it to repair the hard years' use by the fraternity.

 

[Ben Lamb]

You guys remember college?

Far out.

 

[Hem]

You guys remember college?

Far out.

When a kid wacked on drugs jumps out of a 20 story dormitory the splatter is hard to forget.

 

[noharleyyet]

You guys remember college?

Far out.

Didn't you matriculate pre-university in Houston?

 

[Ben Lamb]

Didn't you matriculate pre-university in Houston?

by the time I got to college, I was a professional party-ingester. College just seemed like Pro-Am.

 

[noharleyyet]

by the time I got to college, I was a professional party-ingester. College just seemed like Pro-Am.

I gathered you were a DJ for an alternative genre FM station.

 

[Gellar]

Some of you guys are real rabble rousers. I hope you took your pocket protectors out before all of the shenanigans.

My senior year of high school I bet my buddy a 12 pack of beer he would get an underage drinking ticket before we graduated and he bet me the same. This was before everyone had cell phones so news travelled a bit slower. Monday morning before school he walked down the hall and handed me a box wrapped in Christmas paper. I knew exactly what it was so I took it out to my truck where it was added to the cooler with ice already in it. After school he was waiting in my truck ready to go.

During the winter, if there was enough ice we would go ice fishing everynight after highschool. We'd filet the fish and I would put them in a wal mart bag in the back of my truck. By the next morning they would be frozen so I would carry them into school and deposit them in the lunch room trash can. By lunch time they would be thawed out and smelling like fish.

My freshmen year of college I was at a house party hosted by the football team with some of the other wrestlers who were mostly from the Chicago area. Sometime in the night the cops showed up and everyone I was with started to panic. I had a backpack full of beer, so I threw it in the closet, gathered up all the other wrestlers and we went to the 3rd story attic of the house. In the attic there was full sets of furniture so we piled them in front of the door at the bottom of the stairs to look like the residents of the house were to lazy to carry them uspstairs. We listened to the cops go through the whole house and knew they were on the second floor. One of the cops opened the attic door and looked at the furniture pile, shined his flashlight upstairs. I still remember his words to this day. "#*^@#* that, whoever is up there can stay up there." he slammed the door shut and moved something in front of the door. After the cops left we went to check the door and realized we were stuck in the attic because of whatever the cop had put in front of the door. No one had anyones number who lived at the house. I called my roommate, who was also a football player and he happened to have one of their numbers. A guy came up and opened the door and 6 or 7 of us piled out of the attic. When we got downstairs the house residents were asking how we got up there and telling us their stories about how other people ran and where they hid and basically everyone got caught and the cops took all the beer in the house. In a moment of brilliance I rememberd my backpack so I opened the closet to get my backpack and my beer. Instead of going back to my dorm I tossed a beer to the guy who'd just gotten all the tickets for hosting the party and we sat there and drank until the sun came up.

My 2nd or 3rd year of college we were walking home from the bar on a Wednesday night and we could see the cops chasing a vehicle down the street. The car being chased sped past us and took the first right and then another right into a cemetery across the road. Trying to get back on the highway he ramped off of a retaining wall that was about 10 feet high. His car Splat in the middle of the road, all of his tires were flattened, the guy bailed and started to run towards the woods that were on our side of the road. One of the guys with us stuck his foot out and tripped the dude trying to escape. By this time the cops were out of their cars at the edge of the retaining wall and beginning to climb down. The guy never ran after he was tripped up. We heard a few days later that he had done around $100,000 in damage to headstones in the cemetery.

 

[Phaseolus]

I'm surprised there are so many "Frat Boys" here. My roommate and I decided we needed a vacum cleaner, the apartment carpet was getting too gritty for bare feet. Shortly after that conversation we were walking back from old town and walked by a Frat House we'd been kicked out of before where a large party was going on and decided to see if there were any alcohol or Girls available. After downing a couple of beers my roommate came and had me go outside and stand under a certain window, I was puzzled but followed instructions. Pretty soon the window opened and a nice upright vacuum cleaner was lowered out of the window by its power cord. Thanks Frat Boys!

 

[Gellar]

I'm surprised there are so many "Frat Boys" here. My roommate and I decided we needed a vacum cleaner, the apartment carpet was getting too gritty for bare feet. Shortly after that conversation we were walking back from old town and walked by a Frat House we'd been kicked out of before where a large party was going on and decided to see if there were any alcohol or Girls available. After downing a couple of beers my roommate came and had me go outside and stand under a certain window, I was puzzled but followed instructions. Pretty soon the window opened and a nice upright vacuum cleaner was lowered out of the window by its power cord. Thanks Frat Boys!

I got a new office chair using that exact method.