This article originally appeared in the 2018 First Year Issue
My tonsil surgery. Still really hard to talk about.
The death of my mother. People were bringing up stuff like “my dog died” and I decided to let them revel in their pity victories.
The numerous times I had sex in high school. It was clear no one else had experienced the glorious joys of fucking, and I wanted to fit in.
When my older brother gave me a bong for Christmas. Honestly just totally forgot about this one, might send a follow-up message in the GroupMe about it.
The time I thought Mark’s mom was coming on to me. It was a big moment in my life, and the time discovered I wasn’t into older women, but I pinky- promised Mark I wouldn’t tell anyone.
— S. Custer