60 Wild College Confessions That Prove Some Campus Stories Are Better Left Untold

I have a water bottle that I fill up with vodka and take with me everywhere I go, even work. During my shifts I'm lowkey sipping on my vodka and I will usually finish the whole thing before I finish work. I have a back up flask incase, but I usually don't need it.
I actually started doing this back in high school when I was 16. Teachers and fellow students always thought I was drinking water. Nobody suspects a thing because I've always got chewing gum, mints and sprays to mask it. Plus the vodka scent isn't as strong as other alcohol. In my opinion anyway. People think I'm super extroverted and friendly, but really I'm just semi drunk all the time.

- ASU

I cheated on every exam in college by hiding formulas inside my water bottle label. Never got caught. Still feel zero guilt. Sorry, Mom.

- Williams College

One wild night in Vegas: dared my best friend I could sneak into the high-roller poker room wearing nothing but a bathrobe and sunglasses. Ended up bluffing my way into a $5k pot with pocket twos, cashed out, then lost it all on slots in the same robe.

- UofT

I showed up to my organic chemistry midterm still blackout-level drunk from the night before. Could barely read the Scantron bubbles, so I just filled in a smiley face pattern across the whole thing like it was connect-the-dots. Woke up the next afternoon with a 78%. And a note from the professor that said “creative, but please never do this again.” Still graduated somehow.”

- University of Colorado Boulder

I’ve been stealing my roommate’s expensive groceries for months because she swears she’s broke. She’s always asking for extra time to pay her half of the electric bill, but somehow the fridge is full of $12 almond butter, $9 artisan bread, and those fancy glass-bottle sodas…Meanwhile I’m eating the cheapest generic stuff I can find. So I stopped feeling bad and started using her groceries instead, her olive oil, her Greek yogurts, all of it. She’s so scatterbrained she just assumes she ran out and buys more. The truth is, she’s not broke…she’s just bad with money. I’ve seen the endless “payment failed” notifications for streaming services and random subscriptions. She still owes me for gas from two months ago. So at this point? I consider it a tax for being late.

- BU

On a pub crawl, between pubs, we came across this karate type class that had glass windows and the door was open. My mate in his drunken stupor thought it would be a good idea to run in screaming.

As he did, a man in the class ran across the room and did some Jackie Chan fly kick into his shoulder and they both hit the ground with a huge thud. Meanwhile about 7 of us outside were in pure disbelief in what just went down and didn't know how to react. It was like something out of a movie. He managed to scramble back out the door and we all ran off laughing so hard.

This sort of thing just doesn't happen sober.

How a group of girls made an already ostracized guy into the campus "stalker". There's a guy at my old college who we'll call Jim. Jim was a 5th year senior, extremely socially awkward, but if you got to know him well enough he could be pretty cool. He was also about 6'4" and balding at the ripe old age of 24, and in general looks kind of creepy.

There was a group of girls at a party who were extremely drunk and one of them made out with him for about half the night. Of course in the morning she deeply regretted this once she found out everyone knew about it.

Jim then tried to talk to her the next several times he saw her on campus or int he cafeteria. She started saying that he forced himself on her and that he made her kiss him. Of course everyone starts believe her side of the story because friends also started propagating this lie. Before long Jim starts getting known among girls as the campus stalker and that girls should stay away from him.

It absolutely devastated him and tore him up on the inside. When I confronted the girl about it (she lived on my floor) she said that if he didn't want to be known as a stalker shouldn't have stalked her. And when I told her that he might be a little confused on if she liked him or not because she spent half a night sucking off his face she said that he should have known it was just a mistake.

tl;dr: girl made out with ugly guy. Guy tried to talk to her the next week and she claimed he was stalking her. Now he is known as the campus stalker.

I was in an art class at a state university in the midwest, assigned to do a perspective drawing of the interior of a building. I chose a crowded study room near the library, found an open seat set to work.

Within minutes, I began to get questioned by a young man who was very, very proud of his physique. "Could you draw me?" "I have only 5% body fat...would you like to draw me undressed sometime?"

He was a persistent pest and it took a long time to get him to leave.

Another student, a young woman, had taken notice of the guy's odd pick up lines and she came over later to comment about how ridiculous it all was.

It turned into a great conversation and she asked me my name. She looked surprised when I told her. I asked her what hers was. I was surprised.

Turns out we had been good friends as kids until her family moved out of state and we lost touch. We grew up and started to become friends again in a new location without recognizing each other.

My freshman year I lived in a dorm where everyone had their own private bathroom. As a student who came from another part of the world, I was used to having an attachable bidet on my toilet. After a couple weeks of using only toilet paper I gave myself hemorrhoids and got frustrated. I decided to order a $25 bidet from amazon and installed it into my toilet. Soon after I caught my roommate circling our toilet like a confused animal trying to understand how it worked. You activated the bidet by turning a dial numbered 1-5. He soon discovered that if you turned it to 5, the bidet had enough water pressure to shoot a perfect stream to anyone who was within 6 ft. of our bathroom door. A trend of luring people into our room and "bidet blasting" them ensued. Soon enough, my other floormates all installed bidets to their toilets so they could join in the fun as well. People from other dorms learned of the trend and the school had to ban bidets because of how much water damage they caused. I just wanted it clean.

TLDR: Started a bidet blasting fad in my dorm.

Friend was a volunteer firefighter. We hated our neighbors, so one night after drinking way too much, my buddy walked over and lit a couch on fire that was on the curb in front of their house. After a minute or so it was going pretty good and he put on his gear and ran around the block and over to their yard (at this point several of them had came outside and were awkwardly staring at the blaze unsure of what to do). He proceeded to grill them about why they lit their couch on fire and why hadn't they tried to put it out yet, though one kid claimed he had seen a van drive by with a flamethrower. They bumbled through all of his questions (we are watching from our porch a few houses down) and asked him how he got there so fast. He told them he was a part of a local neighborhood response unit designed for efficiency

That's when we heard actual fire sirens coming and realized someone had called the real fire department. He took off down the street the way he came and twenty or so seconds later a real fire engine showed up and we hid inside our house watching and laughing like hyenas.

Probably not the craziest but it's definitely one of the most entertaining ones.

I got drunk and chased a beer pong/ping pong ball off a second story balcony. Broke both my feet. the next day everyone went to the football game and I had to take a bare foot cab ride to the ER since my feet were too swollen to put on socks/shoes.

I had to pay a lot of money for one textbook.

I earned enough credits to graduate in 4 years.

A student passed away in my res from meningitis. Very sad.

its not that crazy. i was in software engineering curse.

in a programming class, a girl were talking with a group of friends in the back of the room about daily life and someone asked the group to go out and have some coffee.

she said she didnt drink coffee and the whole class stoped what they were doing and started to stare at her like she was a witch.

Roommate and I woke up hung over in our dorm room to a Kid singing Hotel California in a thick Vietnamese accent while playing it on my guitar he had taken from under my bed. His brother was standing behind him just watching us.

"Friend" of mine loved to run his mouth even though he couldn't back it up. I got involved in many fights because of this guy and got troubles several times.

Went to a frat party at a different college than our own one night, and this guy ran his mouth to the wrong person. Ended up getting a bottle of goldslogger broken over his head. Drove him to the ER where he got 30 staples put in. Luckily it was in his own car.

I went to a trade school with probably 30 - 50 students at any given time. Our school uniform was a black polo shirt with black pants and black shoes, and it was the one thing they were actually strict on. The school would also host children's birthday parties and have guest speakers from local businesses every week, so we were expected to be professional around others.

One girl joined the cosmetology program and was completely insane. She believed she was possessed by a demon and would randomly speak in a demonic voice, and managed to do it in front of the guest speakers as well as a bunch of kids during a birthday bash. One day, she showed up to class wearing a swimsuit and nothing else. One of the instructors told her a swimsuit was not the uniform and she fought tooth and nail, saying that it wasn't a swimsuit because she didn't swim.

She dropped out not long after.

My philosophy professor got fired for telling a student, "...you're going to hell!" 12 years later and the irony still baffles me.

I've posted this previously:

First week at college, long week but finally it's Friday. I finally get back from practice to my room (13th floor), and sit down to relax, when all of a sudden the fire alarm goes off, because of course it does. So i grab my stuff, and prepare for the hike down 13 floors worth of of stairs. As I leave my room, I see the door across the hall fly open. Out comes one of the girls from across the hall, except it's pretty obvious she has been in the shower, and has apparently forgotten to get dressed before leaving the building.