Postscript on my College Experience.
By Corbin
"No one can make you feel inferior without your consent." -Eleanor Roosevelt.


I thought some more about what I've written thus far and decided that I wasn't
entirely truthful 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 and wish me well, even Mora 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 nose was busted 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...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...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, so oh well.

Anyway, that's it....for now :)