Now, this may seem pretty lame, but it is very important to me. As a broadcast journalism major and in the first sequence course(the J322 D radio class) at UT. I got my story aired on our class radio show last week-which does air weekly on KVRX 91.7 FM at 8 pm thursday. It was the 2nd story, I had ever done, so you can understand my pride. The OU game in dallas is 2nd, with my work at KVR third. I just was thinking about how cool my story getting aired was, and figured it would be neat to see the variety of individual responses on this board.
I never did anything particularly noteworthy. I did gain a little notariety in my dorm once. Bonfire time was coming up and there was a group of students that went to every bulleting board on capus and took a rubber stamped with them. They stamped "Bonfire Promotes Waste" everywhere they could. At all of the locations around my dorm I took a pen and wrote next to their stamp..."Rubber Stamps Promote Vandalism." Weeks went by and nobody knew who had written that all over the place...but everybody got a good laugh out of the irony I pointed out. I was content to just let everybody never know who had done it. My suitemate saw me writing it one night and spilled the beans. I never got so many congratulations at one time.
I have the most unbelievable college experience. I still get emails/questions about this, two years later. Nobody comes close. Email me at kd@onhoops.com, for the whole sordid story. Re: the email "the KD rape"
I swear I have probably 50 stories that seem incredible looking back. (Half of which I dare not share) One favorite was the Chutes. Just outside of Nacogdoches, TX Ozarka Water has like twelve spring fed ponds over maybe a square mile or so. They are all af varying levels above and below 'ground level' but they must all be kept level with eachother so there is this intricate array of concrete pipes intercoonecting them all. Well after 40 years of water flow the bottom of these pipes are covered with green slimy algea. We used to get hammered and break into the Ozarka grounds. We'd swim out to 'The Island', which was a big concrete tower in the middle of each pond that held the pipe portal. Someone had affixed a makeshift ladder that you would climb up about fifteen feet out of the water then there was a slippery old rope that you would climb down. the word slippery is very important because once you go down you are either going through the chutes or you are going to die. So you climb down this rope and go beneath water level. You are standing in about 3 or 4 feet of water. As you face one of the walls there is a monstrous rush of water flowing into the holding chamber. You have to walk through this waterfall to get to the mouth of the chute. Once you get through the madly rushing water there is a vortex that sucks you into the chute. No darker place on earth exists. You travel feet first with your arms crossed on your chest. You get going pretty damned fast and every fifteen feet or so there is a joint that you have to go over. Those kinda hurt. Depending which leg of the chutes you started on you travel anywhere from a couple hundred feet to a couple hundred yards. It's an eternity no matter the distance. As the trip ends you are vomited out of the chute into open air and get a nice little 5 to 20 foot ejection/drop into the next pond. You swim to the next Island and do it again. What a f****n rush! The big joke to play was when you had a buddy coming behind you you would stop a few hundred feet into the tunnel. He'd come crashing into you unexpectedly and crap his pants from fear.
