Drunken Assault
Upon returning to college, I discovered that being a sophomore afforded privileges about which freshman could only dream. Beth, Joel, and I were assigned to a newer dorm, and our connecting rooms sported a tiny kitchen in between, along with the usual bathroom. I was able to arrange my class schedule in a more pleasant fashion, avoiding the early classes altogether. On Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays my last class would end at two p.m., giving me ample time to chat on ICQ or the forum with my friends in Germany. I even managed to ** for two hours of practice on the theater organ, the grandest one on campus.
Though I did not need to take any history classes for my business degree, I checked a few books out of the library on medieval fashion and culture, intending to perus
