Sophomore Year of College, Fall Semester 1981.
My high school sweetheart had dumped me, with no goodbye, no less. I hated the school, and was thinking of leaving. I had not made any friends, the year before, and as I had not pledged the music frat my freshman year, I was sort of looked at as an outcast. I had not intended to stay where I was, and wanted to go to a school, either WITH, or closer to my girl friend. So I'd just not participated in much, as a freshman.
She gives me the boot in October. Just before Homecoming, so now I have no date, and the pickin's are slim, for finding one. I hate the dorm I'm in, too, as it's a party dorm, and I'm a light sleeper.
Then, while helping someone push their car, I get my pant leg caught in the fender skirt of his Chrysler New Yorker, and it ends up running over my foot, at an angle. I was lucky enough to only get a serious sprain. But now I have to hobble to class, on crutches.
I decided to go ahead and pledge the fraternity, and was elected pledge class president, but my mom, who had been ill on-and-off, for years, suddenly expected me to come home every weekend and sit with her. So I start missing pledge functions, and resigned being the president, so some one who is able to be there all the time, can run the show. All the actives started giving me sh*t about that, and I almost dropped the pledgeship, totally.
If you don't stand for SOMETHING, you'll fall for ANYTHING.