College Rules - Lucky Fucking Freshman -

I laughed. “I look like I’m trying to find the bathroom.”

But nobody warned me about him . His name is Cole. Junior. Rugby player. Has that effortless messy hair that looks like he just rolled out of someone else’s bed. He was my RA’s friend—which should have been my first red flag. RAs are supposed to be the fun police, not the pimps of the third floor. College Rules - Lucky Fucking Freshman

And Cole stopped being fun the second I started being convenient. Have your own “lucky freshman” story? Drop it in the comments (anonymously, obviously). And subscribe for more college confessions from someone who survived to tell the tale. I laughed

You know the hype. The summer before freshman year, every older sibling, every cousin who “barely survived” State, and every Reddit thread warns you about the same thing. Don’t walk alone at night. Don’t leave your drink down. Don’t trust the upperclassmen who smile too wide at orientation. Junior

Cole found me by the keg. “You look nervous.”