Check this out. We heard from a friend of our friend’s cousin, who was told by her sister’s brother’s roommate, that his friend’s freshman year roommate had the most horrific college introduction ever. EV-ER. And after hearing the story, we just had to give him props for making it through.

My senior year of high school was a wash. I took the class minimum, left at lunch every day, and tossed anything remotely burdensome onto the shoulders of my mom. Because, you know, Moms know best and all that. But when it came time to check in at Xavier University last fall, I realized that was a huge mistake. When we pulled up to the school – and I awoke from my lengthy car nap – something wasn’t right. “Why are we in Louisiana?” I asked. “This is Xavier,” she replied, handing me the brochure that came in the mail [that I hadn’t read] after I was accepted in March. In bold letters across the top, it read: Xavier University of Louisiana. And in a matter of seconds, I’d learned two very important things: 1) There are two Xavier Universities; and 2) No matter how great they are, even Moms mix things up from time to time. Oh, and I guess I also figured out that from now on, I should probably take important, life-changing decisions into my own hands.

– Mark, the other Xavier University

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