Word: bedded
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...room and saw three doors. Hey, I thought, I am right on the mark! Three bedrooms and a single for this earlybird. I slowly opened the first door, and in place of my desk, a sink, instead of a dresser, a tub, and alas, in the place of my bed, a toilet. It then dawned on me that Harvard had cheated me of my dream single...
...privilege of picking the better of the two bedrooms. The first things I saw when I opened the left bedroom door were cans. Dozens and dozens of empty Bud cans carpeted the wooden floor. On the second glimpse, my unbelieving eyes met my first roommate crashed on the lower bed of a bunkbed, snoring the roof down. Still in shock I hurried to the other bedroom only to find another guy recuperating from a hard night's drinking. Instead of Brideshead Revisited, the scene hauntingly reminded me of another movie, one starring John Belushi. I learned my first lesson...
...Harvard. Women should soon be breaking down doors to see me. Well, this was true for everyone in Wigglesworth A-11 but me. My only attempt at a relationship with a Harvard woman ended on an exclamation by one who said, "You want me to go to bed with you or something?" That killed my ego enough to realize that this Harvard man's libido wasn't going to be satisfied by any Harvard woman...
...fears that a lot of kids have: of a society of the netherworld living under my bed, of monsters living in the closet waiting to suck me in and do terrible things to me. There was a crack in the wall by my bed that I stared at all the time, imagining little friendly people living in the crack. One day while I was staring at the crack, it suddenly opened about five inches, and little pieces fell out of it. That really happened. I was afraid of clouds, the wind, trees -- there was a forest outside my window...
...props." My mom and I were seafood nuts, but of course lobster is not kosher. We'd bought three live lobsters for dinner, and sure enough, the rabbi pulled into our driveway. Mom panicked and threw the live crustaceans at me; I had to hide them under my bed. Then the rabbi came to my room to see how I was doing. You could hear the lobsters clicking and clacking each other with their tails. The rabbi just sort of stared and sniffed the air; he must have wondered what that tref scent was, lingering in the kid's bedroom...