UB stories*... fact or fiction?

Every summer from age 15-18 I spent 6 weeks in a college town an hour away from the town I grew up. I LOVED this 6 weeks. I took classes that in the first years that gave me high school credit and the last 2 I earned college credit. We also interned at a job for 4 hours everyday to boost our future resumes. My roommate was my best friend, keeper of secrets, president of my fan club..(okay she was my only fan..)and the best friend any girl could hope to have, Trayci.

One hot summer day we had some free time. The science building on campus was at the top of the street and we were walking down to the dorms that we lived in. The science building was at the top of a hill, so the sidewalk that ran along the street (and the street itself) was very steep. The water in the gutter collected from the various campus sprinklers and homes further up. The water never stopped running and was usually pretty full. It also ran swiftly. At the bottom of the hill there was a little culvert/bridge. The gutter was smooth cement, bright green and slippery with algae. Naturally we thought WATER SLIDE!!!!! Okay this could possibly be among my best days ever. I can't even begin to describe how fast we slid down that hill and how much road rash covered our elbows and knees from quickly rolling out before hitting the culvert (which neither of us did. I shudder to think what would have happened because we were seriously hauling butt.) We realized there was likely an activity or something we were required to be at soon and we were wet and green and I remember some blood. I honestly have never been a fan of sweat pants and the only way I can explain this is, it must have been laundry day and I was desperate because I had on a pair of sweats. Trayci was wearing something far more sturdy because when she fell behind me as I was walking we discovered that the sweat pants were no match for green cement. I had a giant porthole on the poopdeck. Yeah... that isn't really the most embarrassing moment I've ever had, but it was up there. Under job description for being President and sole member of the Monica fan club, there's a rule that clearly states "if my butt is hanging out and yours isn't, you have to walk so close behind me that no one notices the hole, but thinks we are up to something freaky anyway." So when Trayci say's "Hey Monica, I've got your back." She means it. Literally.

So?? Fact or fiction?

UB stands for Upward Bound which was a program that we could only be accepted into if we had good grades. Not to be confused with Outward Bound, which is where at that age I'd have been looking for boyfriends. UB stories will be cropping up occasionally.