I doubt anyone out there goes to a stricter school

It all started on a Thursday night, the night before my birthday. I didn't have classes on Friday so I was really gonna get stupid. I had started dating a girl and it just so happened that she was 21. Me and my buddy started off early by finishing off half a fifth of Captain. He had to leave to go help his dad do something, so he left me with a full flask and some well wishes. Then I met up with my girl and her friend.

They were drinking wine and champagne. They wanted to switch to beer so they promptly had me finish off both bottles, which were both slightly under half full. Needless to say, I was starting to feel the finer effects of mixing liquor. After drinking a couple more beers, I was about ready to be put to rest. In order to understand the rest of this story, you need to understand the college I attend. LU is a Judo Christan school founded on the principles of learning, education, and all that other crap most schools pretend to uphold. But LU really does.

We have a VERY dry campus, it is ok to be drunk, but if you are found to be in possession of alcohol, your ass is theirs.

So back to my story--my girl dropped me off at my dorm, but instead of heading to my room, I walked straight into the Resident Directors room. After shooting the shit with him and his assistant for about five, my cell rang.

I took it out of my pocket but no one was there. Maybe it was because I was holding the half finished flask to my ear, I'll never know. But what I do know is that my RD wrote me up on the spot and I had to have a meeting with the head of security at 8 o'clock the next morning.

That morning came a hell of a lot faster than I ever did. He was a dick who thought I was just another punk freshman who didn't want to be in school. He then kicked me out of school. I say again.

He kicked me out of school. As in, pack up your shit, say bye to your friends, get out now. Oh, bye the way do you want to appeal this decision?

Hell yes! My appeal meeting was set for an hour later. As I was leaving, my phone rang and it was my mom. Why would my mom call me at 8:30 in the morning?

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

I almost collapsed right there on the spot. Well, I wrote the appeal letter and they let me back in on the condition that I do twenty hours community service. My parents never found out and that will be a birthday I never forget.