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check ID. Obviously because they want young and cute chicks like us to party with.”
    “Wow. That’s so awesome,” Missy breathed, leaning in to check out my score. “It’s so much better than mine. Look. Mine looks like I got it at the 7-Eleven or something.”
    “Dude, I bought mine on the internet,” Hope added. “Whatever. As long as the hair colour matches. That’s all that matters.”
    “What did I tell you, right?” Carly smiled. “No problem. Let’s GO!”
    Jennifer Taylor’s eyes were wider apart than mine. And she had nicer eyebrows. Our hair was pretty similar, though. I gripped the ID just so, covering her face enough that her bangs framed the crescent of my thumbnail.
    “I am Jennifer Taylor.”
    Trudging up the hill to Alpha Delta Phi under a Pixarstarry sky, Carly, Missy, and I linked arms and leaned into the incline. I don’t think I’d ever linked arms with more than one person and walked any distancebefore. It was less cumbersome than I’d imagined. As Carly’s body jostled close to mine, I was suddenly hit with the knowledge of the most obvious element of freshman year, which is that in freshman year, you can be anything you want to be.
    That’s not exactly true; obviously, there are SOME THINGS you cannot be. Like, no, you can’t pretend to be a movie star because people will more than likely know you’re NOT a movie star. And no, obviously, you can’t pretend to be tall, or beautiful, if you’re not.
    That’s not what I’m saying.
    I’m saying that I realized, with Jennifer Taylor’s ID tucked in my back pocket, that the people I was walking with knew almost nothing about me: we knew each other’s names, and by the time we left Dylan Hall I had most of my floormates’ cell numbers in my phone and they had mine (for emergencies). On top of that, my floormates knew:
    » that I was seventeen years old
    » that I had graduated from a private girls’ school
    » that I didn’t have a boyfriend
    » and that I was an arts major.
    Beyond that, Hope knew I was a fan of both techno music and old-school rock and roll (and I knew Hope liked metal, in part because she had a “METAL” tattoo in big gooey letters on her bicep). Everyone knew I’d burned myself at one point in the summer, although no one knew how or why. I just said I’d been in an accident.
    But that’s it. my lower lip.
    So for a brief moment in time I was in the freshman threshold of opportunity: the people around me knew only what I& rel="styleshe

THREE
    The tower of power
    College, and especially the freshman-year portion of the undergrad college career, is kind of like Europe: on the one hand it has all these associations with tradition and old buildings, culture and stuff. La la la. On the other hand there’s places like, what’s it called, Amsterdam, you know, parts of Europe where if you go people know you’re only going there to party.
    Not that there’s anything wrong with that.
    The TOWER OF POWER, held by the Alpha Delta fraternity, was not an official St. Joseph’s freshman event, but it was definitely the most popular amongst the ready-to-party freshman students.
    Legend has it the TOWER OF POWER was dreamed up by the Alpha Delta brothers after they moved into a new building with five floors of frat goodness.
    The goal of the TOWER was to make sure girls visited all five floors, giving more dudes on more floors more opportunities to score. The rules were simple. Visitors got a set of plastic shot glasses at the door and were supposed to visit each floor for a “specialty” shot (each floor was responsible for organizing a bartender and supplies). Brothers who wanted to keep party-goers happy decorated their floor to go with the theme of their shot.
    That night the menu was:
    First floor: CEMENT MIXER SPECIAL
    Second Floor: ATOMIC FIREBALL
    Third Floor: ACID DROP
    Fourth Floor: PINK PANTHER
    Fifth Floor: FRESHMAN BRAIN ERASER + beer*
    (*that’s a pretty key element to this story actually)
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