Postscript on my College Experience Part 35
By Corbin

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I thought some more about what I've written thus far and decided that I wasn't 
entirely forthcoming about something's.
 
It seemed that I overplayed my remorse right after my 'encounter' with Courtney 
(I like that word 'encounter', so much more pleasant sounding than the word 
'fight'). Anyway you choose to slice it; 'remorse', 'regret', 'sorrow' or 
whatever, I want to admit that there was a part of me that was thrilled that I 
beat down that bitch and not only did I mess her up, I did it in front of a 
whole group of witnesses. The down side of having witnesses is the devastating 
potential for problems; legal, academic, or whatever. But the party in itself 
was violating many laws due to the number of passed out people, the sheer number 
of people in one building (surely violating some fire code), the amount of 
alcohol, not to mention a smattering of the under-21 crowd that was probably 
present. So while I did panic for a few days afterwards, I was also ready to 
launch a massive legal counterattack on everyone at the party (Sharon's wealth 
and connections come in handy I must say) should someone decide to 'file a 
complaint'. 
 
Thankfully none of that happened.
 
Overall I loved College and was relieved at Graduation to have so many people 
come up to me to wish me well, even Moria was sweet. But it was Nikki that left 
me shaking and crying, mainly because so much time had gone by, so much wasted 
time and then after that, she was gone, so for awhile we lost touch.
 
It was also at this point that Sharon and I became even more 'joined at the 
hip', so to speak. She dumped Kevin when she left College just as she dumped 
David when High School ended, now that she was going to work in her father's 
company she was ready to start dating in the workplace. She's like a freaking 
machine...slash and burn thru you poor guys, leaving you in an emotional crises. 
I've been accused of doing the same thing, but in a more clueless fashion, I 
don't really have a plan, I just sort of go with the flow and I am a bit flaky 
on following up with phone calls/emails/appointments and such. Sharon is 
extremely anal about such stuff, she has the next ten years mapped out, down to 
the every hour of everyday. We basically drive each other crazy but at the same 
time are a testimony of opposites attracting.
 
I only saw Courtney a couple of times after our 'encounter' :) (that word 
again), and as I indicated, her face was all busted up leaving her, well take 
the other lumps and bruises she looked kind of fucked up. I was rather shocked I 
came out of that only with minor bruises and scraps, well my knuckles were sore 
for days and days and I do mean really sore. I was smart enough to pack ice on 
my face where she clocked me on the cheek and my nose was kind of tender, but 
again it seemed I was 'the fortunate one', some people had actually referred to 
me with that tag name, I think because I always seemed to escape injury. She 
looked pretty miserable when I saw her and she didn't have her 'followers' 
tagging along either, I almost felt sorry for her, almost, but then I would just 
get a flashback to that forearm of hers smacking me in the face and suddenly all 
of my sympathy went bye-bye!
 
I almost walked up to her, you know, just to confront her again and kind of rub 
it in, wanting to know if things were 'settled once and for all? Or do I need to 
smack her around some more?' But I let it go and the damage was pretty evident. 
Besides, she came up to me and apologized, at first my sensitive side kicked in 
and I was about ready to let everything wash under the bridge, but again I got 
that flashback.

"Thanks for the apology, but you're a liar and I can't trust you, so goodbye 
Courtney." She kind of looked at me with this really pained expression and even 
teared up right before I turned and walked away. That was my revised speech, I 
was going to threaten to kick her ass into the hospital if she ever approached 
me again, but you see, there was allot of covering Courtney did. She in fact did 
go the Emergency room that night and it was obvious she was in a fight. But she 
refused to finger me or where it happened, she just indicated she got into a 
fight with another girl and the matter was resolved.

So the lesson here folks is...uhm...I don't know? Just that sometimes you have 
to stand up for yourself even if you think you might get your ass kicked?? 
 
I'm really just a pussy cat *meow*...*purrrr*...besides you wouldn't hit a girl 
with glasses would you? 8-)
 
But I don't wear glasses, oh well. 
 
Anyway, that's it for now :)