Freshmen dorm rooms are an absolute shit show. The memory of my own experience is marked by drinking fountains ripped from walls, drunk people pulling the fire alarm at least once per month, and the separate “boys” and “girls” floors immediately spilling into one another to perform every kind of sex act imaginable. Sometimes, for the more foolish among us, those sexual acts would blossom into full-on relationships, which would inevitably disintegrate into two very angry people living in very close proximity to one another. I had a friend with an ex-girlfriend who lived in the dorm directly below his, and any time he brought a new girl back to his room, the ex would bang a broom on the ceiling, shouting “WHO’S THE SLUT!?”
Those freshmen dorm breakups are messy. And justwaititgetsbetter has a story as messy as they come. Scroll through for his story of young lust gone awry, and the gripping “courtroom” drama that followed it.
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