[damaniac]

I threw up in the hallway sophomore year, leaving a 30-foot swath of partially digested burrito chunks as I tried to stagger to the bathroom. I also puked in some cardboard boxes people had left out from move-in and the stairwell. Upon returning to my room, I called the assistant hall director and told her what I did. I was going to get away with it too, although the only trouble I got in was the hall director laughing at me when she heard the story.

This isn't really an accomplishment per se, or anything brag-worthy, yet I always feel proud telling it nonetheless.

Also, quit living in the past with your loc.