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That's the image he gives off, but you're right, the reality is much different.

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JR#1: One night freshman year, returning from a night of partying, I was too lazy to walk all the way to the main entrance at the east end of Miles Hall and sign in, so I got in through the locked door on the west end of the building. It was common knowledge that the lock on that door was either worn out or needing adjustment. A quick, hard pull on the door handle would open the door every time. Apparently, the first floor R.A. heard the pop and caught up with me in the stairwell, where he proceeded to lecture me about using the proper entrance after hours, and warned me that next time I'd get a J.R. I responded with something to the effect of "You do what you gotta do, boss", and he wrote me up for being a smartass. I had to go to some stupid hearing and they put me on probation for the rest of the semester or something like that. The following spring, when I applied for a job as an R.A. for my sophomore year, I discovered that the RHF doesn't like to hire R.A.'s who have a record, no matter how silly the offense.

J.R.#2: First weekend of my junior year, (yes, I did somehow manage to avoid documented trouble my entire sophomore year, somehow) my roommate and I decided that we wanted to have a few drinks, but didn't feel like leaving the dorm. So we obtained a couple 40's and proceeded to get hammered while playing computer games and pestering the DJ at the 105.3 with annoying calls and stupid requests. Eventually there was a knock at the door, from the R.A. We dumped what was left down the sink and weakly hid the bottles, which the jerk found. That was when we learned that a dorm room is, as far as the RHF was concerned, just like a car. You can get popped just for having an open or empty container. I don't even remember if I bothered to attend the hearing for that one.

Isn't this why we hired Fuente? WHO NEEDS DEFENSE? amirite?

My Freshman year (1993), I lived on the fourth floor of Pritchard, while all of my friends lived on the 3rd floor cross hall by the back entrance. Early in my first semester, myself and about five others were "hanging out" in a room when there was a knock on the door. One glance through the peephole followed by the panicked expression of the newly appointed "look-out" and beer cans, bottles, bowls, and bongs quickly went scurrying to hiding places like cockroaches upon the flick of a light switch. No words were exchanged. None were needed. After all contraband appeared hidden, the door was opened to reveal three RAs with looks of disappointment on their tired faces. This was not their first rodeo and they appeared to be tiring of the antics of the cattle. We were informed that we were being too loud and that the distinct smell of marijuana has permeated the hallway. Ever honest, we all agreed. They entered and visually inspected the topography, somehow able to discern dorm room party evidence from normal dorm room chaos. In the trash can, some empty beer cans were found. One of my friends was unfortunate enough, or stupid depending on point of view, to have left his used bowl sitting on the sink next to him. This was not a good hiding spot. We were rounded up like pathetic, scared, little puppy dogs and shepherded to the office. You spend a lot of your Blacksburg life on foot, and that walk felt like the longest, by far, that I had ever had to walk since arriving on campus. Residents in hallways fled to cover behind thick wooden doors and assumed their positions at their peepholes as our motley assemblage shuffled past. Televisions and stereos lost all nerve to speak as we advanced on to our certain doom. Upon arrival at our destination, our Hokie IDs were collected and information recorded so that justice may begin its course, but when an RA approached me and asked for my ID, the following exchange occurred:

Beleaguered RA #1: "Can I see your ID?"
Me: "Dude, I go to Radford, I'm just here visiting my friends."
Beleaguered RA #2 (the actual RA assigned to the room we were in): "I see you around here all of the time."
Me (with a shrug): "Radford classes are really easy. I have a lot of free time. Do you guys want my driver's license?" I extended my arm with said license in hand.

My license was taken, but no information was transcribed that I witnessed. The owner of the bowl was told to wait while the rest of us were addressed. We were scolded, and the others were told that they would be notified if the RAs decide to further pursue the matter. They were beyond grateful to be let-off with just a warning and the vigorous exercise of their sweat and adrenal glands. I was told to not hang around there as much. We retreated to our little caves at nearly full sprint. The poor paraphernalia enthusiast ended up getting a semester of probation. He ended up getting the best grades of all of my friends, not just that year, but throughout his college experience. It was a good month before I ventured back to the third floor cross hall. For the remainder of the school year, whenever that third floor RA and I crossed paths, an odd look of half-remembered confusion would cross his face. I made sure to do nothing to jog his memory.

Have you ever driven over the speed limit?

Journell missed the Sugar Bowl. Actually screwed us for the game cause if I remember correctly we had like a 3rd string kicker attempt to make the kick in OT after they overturned Danny Coale's catch.

Edit: and missed the kick

Not judging anyone, but I have never smoked weed, and I didn't drink until I was 21. I'm far from perfect and have plenty of flaws. But since you brought those two substances up in a manner that suggests that it's ok because "everyone does it", I thought I'd let you know that not everyone did that while at Tech.