My first streaking experience.
Being, what I believe, the only freshman in this lab section, I haven’t experienced a lot of ISU, but I have made my mark on the university. From becoming the resident necrophiliac of Ames, to getting overly exciting during meaningless competitions. I know you have all made your mark in someway upon the university also. Now please, allow me to share my greatest memory from the beginning of my college experience, and maybe it will be bring you back to your greatest moment.
Richard Pryor once set himself ablaze in an attempt to freebase cocaine. I had a similar experience, but I will make it known that no drugs were in my system at the time. During homecoming’s mass campaniling, I attempted to streak from Curtiss Hall to Beardshear hall. My dormmates challenged me to do the run, but I put it off. The desire though, kept nagging at me. Finally, I set the date of the run. Mass campaniling was the perfect time, because to become a legend you must do something legendary. That night I pack my freshman backpack, get my freshman pals to spectate, and set out with my freshman naivety. We get there 10 minutes “til midnight. At 9 minutes I scout the area and set up by a tree. Eight minutes, a drunk passes and vocalizes that he thinks I”m urinating on the tree. Seven minutes, I see what may be a barricade out in the grass next to the path I’ll be taking; I pay it no mind.
Six minutes, I strip, crouch, equip my backpack, and cover my upper body with a tee shirt as not to arouse suspicion and keep my from nipping out. Five minutes, memories of prepping for football games that I never played in come rushing back. Four minutes, my heart is racing like a sprinter who tripped and fell, hopefully I don’t fall. Three minutes, I calm myself. Two minutes, it is now or never. At one minute to minute…DONG! And I’m off, I sprint it appears the barrier I saw actually crosses my path, but I pay it no mind as I hurdle it. I keep up the pace as I see a silhouette in my path, I adjust my path a little bit, staying focused on my goal. As I run, to my left, phosphorous fountains start erupting. My adrenal glands are already pushed to the limit, and I believe that this experience will end tragically. I tighten my form to increase my speed.
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