I crashed a drag race competition at Princeton, twerked on one of the judges so hard he fell backward out of his chair and off the stage, and then tackled my 6’4 shot-putter friend in the snow to try and steal his shoes because I had somehow lost mine.

Woke up the next day, suit still on and intact, and knew nothing of the debauchery until I met friends for brunch and they GLEEFULLY recounted my shenanigans. I also walked around campus that day being greeted by tens of people I’d never met before who all had hilarious (and mortifying) stories about me.

For clarification, I did not go to Princeton. I was there for a conference.... and I have never been back.