The interesting about college is that you can make up any history that you want. Really, that’s the interesting thing about anywhere you go. I can’t tell you how many times i heard freshman brag about all the alchohol they’d previously knocked back before getting trashed last night; they had selectively re-written their personal history so that it fit the image they were trying to project. I don’t personally begrudge them this right; in fact, i find it intriguing. I’ve personally rewritten quite a few of my highschool exploits through the virtue of mentioning them briefly and then staying mum about them. The silence i leave hanging lets people use their own imaginations, which writes me a much better history than the one i actually have brought with me. Of course, i’ve now re-established a solid history at Drexel over the past year. Whether that’s good or not, i don’t really know. I think the point might be that no matter how many times you rewrite your own history, you repeat it.