College Visits Part One: Willamette

What an adventure. So I came to visit my friend Kirin at Willamette and check it out for my possible transfer. So I got there and walked to her dorm from the bus station (oh by the way GREAT bus ride like 12 cute guys, a lot from Lewis and Clark... Hmmm all sitting around me. But I just sort of slept the whole way there. Meh whatever.) So I walk to Kirin’s dorm and kind of hang out there and then grab some tea and go to my tour and interview. Can I just say that so far I LOVE oregon. It’s so beautiful and it just is so huge and open. Salem seems kind of lame but... Portland is only an hour away. The school is really nice I like the way they approach education with their whole “required” areas and not having to declare by a certain point. Everyone is really nice and the campus is just small and cosy. (cozy? Cosy? Whatever) but the total school is like double the size of mills so I could still like meet new people. Idk it just seems cute and like I would like it. But I haven’t really seen a whole lot of other schools so...
Anyways that night we were going to dinner standing in the middle of this campus road that isn’t really a road. And we hear sirens and tires squealing and this guy who is running from the cops starts driving recklessly down the road... Right at us, no signs of stopping, we jumped out of the way and he like drives and jumps out of the car and goes running. We think he tried to stop the car but just like... Neutral dropped it or something because the car kept going... Straight into the campus river. The cops later found him and everything, turns out he was wanted for bank fraud, and he was already on probation for vehicular manslaughter. Nice job guy. So that was kind of the event of the night. Everyone was like omg. Apparently some people are planning on reenacting it that day next year because “nothing ever happens here”. So that was sort of the evening. We did play sardines in one of the buildings (they have access to all buildings on campus, 24/7 so that is really cool) and then hung out with some of kirins friends and another prospy, but this time a normal one. Let’s just say the way he introduced himself was by walking into kirin’s friends room announcing he had jumped off the roof saying that “those shrooms really fucked with me” and then trying to figure out how many people were in the room... 3. He ended up being very cool and intelligent though once we started talking to him.
So then last night, day 2 at willamette, was a fucking ridiculous night. Like most ridiculous night of my life. We went to this frat party (oh that’s the other thing at willamette all of the frat’s and sororities are dry... Like actually dry not just pretending to be dry) and it was a black out party so we got all highlightered up and dressed in white and it was awesome. It was PACKED we had to wait an hour in line because of the fire code. DJ was pretty good, he played like techno and rap and like old school journey all night. Great time. I danced with an Olympian. Nick Symmonds. It was pretty cool. And then I was dancing with this other guy. Pretty sure his name was Jose. He’s from Argentina. And we ended up making out and I kept thinking... Oh great I’m the girl making out with a guy in front of everyone at a dance party, it was rather awkkward (yes two k’s awkward) and I kept trying to break it off to like go to the bathroom, find water, find my friends, find my purse, leave, whatever. And he kept trying to convince me to go back to his house with him. So then when the party was over we headed back to Kirin’s dorm and hung out with the two guys from the night before. (Note, up until this point TOTALLY sober) And then one of them sort of mentioned that he had bought us two bottles of wine. Well one of them was a double. Pretty sure I drank about a bottle and a half of wine. Within an hour. It was ridiculous and I got pretty fucking drunk. As you might guess. It was just really tasty and I didnt realize it until Kirin was like “hey can I have some more, JESUS CAITLIN DID YOU DRINK ALL OF THIS?!” So that was fun. And we hung out and played ping pong and I tried to talk about life but the sober people laughed at me. The drunk people thought it was really deep and profound and it was fun. People kept coming and going but it kind of stayed with me and kirin her friend and the prospy. (prospy? Prospie? Whatever). So then we ended up in the guy’s room and kirin and I were laying with prospy on the floor and cuddling and then I’m not sure when but kirin left to go to her room, and then I was sort of making out with prospy, and then he had to go to his train and he walked me back to kirins room and told me I should call him when I’m in tacoma tomorrow to visit UPS.

Now here is the thing. One I have the biggest hickey Kirin and I have ever seen. She thinks it looks like a rash. Still not sure which one (maybe both?) gave it to me. Jesus.
Two. Jose saw me the next morning and since I had given him the excuse that I had to leave really early that day and it was like 1 in the afternoon I had to make up some shit fast. (train delayed? Sure why not).
Three. Prospy uhm... Didn’t just doshrooms I don’t think. When I had walked into their room earlier that night I had seen a line in front of him and a rolled up dollar bill. His school ID was what he was using to cut the line... So I’m sort of like wow... I made out with a coked up underage kid on a college visit. He gave me the largest known hickey on the face of the earth.
Four. I have NEVER made out with a guy I didn’t know very well. I have only kissed 3 guys. And then in two nights I make out with two guys I don’t know, just met, and don’t know their names well enough to find them on facebook. (jose found me this morning though... And yes that is his name *phew*)

Anyways at the train station and my train is coming soon, like 2 minutes soon. God I’m tired and I want to sleep but it’s only an hour train ride so I’m not sure I should. Wouldn’t that be great Wake up in Seattle.
So not sure if that night was a sign I SHOULD go there, or that I should just stay the fuck away. On another really cute note about willamette there is a story that if you have your first kiss under the star trees (5 giant redwood trees that when you stand under them make a star in the sky) you will marry that person. Also apparently 70% of willamette students marry other students from the school. And from what I’ve heard it’s not a hook up school, like... People tend to just date there. (my two experiences are just an anomaly both for myself and the school, but neither go there. One was exchange student and one was a prospy so... Maybe that’s why?)


oh also JUST remembered I also helped steal a couch last night and smoked a cigarette. it was boring and tasted weird.