#18 Imagine Night Of The Living Dead, But With Freshmen
Early in the fall semester, during Greek rush, someone spiked the punch at a party. It was the kind of punch freshmen would dip a Solo cup in, chug down, and go back for more. After a bunch of freshmen wandered back to my floor, several of them began hallucinating. Imagine a half-dozen people wandering the halls, out of their minds.
Imagine one of them was nearly seven feet tall… and would speak only Russian. He kept banging his head into the cinder block wall. We had to wake up a fellow student who happened to speak Russian to translate. The guy banging his head was repeating, over and over: “I know that you know that I know that you know that I know that I am cold.”
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