I'm a Froshie. I soon figured that out. The selling of hot tubs tickets was the worst experience ever. It happened in class I was trying to copy down notes for my AP class(gotta love that AP Gov.) And anyway, they asked me "Hey Froshie wanna buy some tickets for teh hot tub on the roof"..... "No" "Ya Sure" "Yes now leave me alone or I'll..." And ladies and gentlemen, that was when I realized who I was talking two, a large senior, could rip me into threads by hugging me. ogawd. He finishes my sentence like a smart ass"Or you'll what, Sweetheart? Tell the teacher on me? This ain't eighth grade, you're in our territory now. But I know who you are you're the one that skipped eighth grade, you must think you're real cool, well you aren't. So don't act like you are."
I don't like being a Froshie at all...