For my year of undergrad (and the only time I spent living in res), I went to a school whose women were of the most upstanding moral character. When they were around me, that is. Actually, this thread got me looking back at a bunch of old pictures I had from res still in an old photobucket account. Spoiler That was a snow day. We spent that evening bogganing down the hill on campus, and then covered our RA's car in snow. Spoiler Disgusting res food. Spoiler I was the fire warden. I took my job seriously. All in all, I went to residence a sheltered, buttoned-down and alcohol-naive 17 year old who wanted absolutely none of those characteristics. I garnered the courage to say no to sobriety, and all that good stuff. My first time getting smashed was the first weekend - half a 60 of gin. Passed out before 10:00; woke up at 6AM the next morning without a hint of a hangover, and took the train home for my parents' 50th birthday party.