Will You Die For Me Pg 18-19:
Denton, Texas, was only fifty miles from Copeville, but it meant being on my own. North Texas State University was attended mainly by people with country Texas backgrounds a lot like mine, but it was away from home. It was September, 1964, and I was going to be Joe College. My parents expected great things from me after all, hadn't I graduated from Farmersville High with honors?But just like everything else, he screwed it up:
Part of the fraternity initiation was a scavenger hunt. It was more than a game; your being pledged depended on getting every item on the list. And PKA tradition made it clear that there was more than one acceptable way to pick up what you needed. My partner and I had to find, among other things, four typewriters. Through the beer-soaked fog that traditionally surrounded events like this, I remembered the typing class at Farmersville High School, with row on row of battered Royals. Getting them was easy — break the glass, open the door, giggle a lot, and shush each other boozily. It seemed extremely funny. The next day, with a throbbing hangover, four typewriters, and the certainty of being caught, it seemed extremely stupid.
Rather than have them find out from someone else, I went to my parents myself. They took it hard, and as we drove into McKinney, the county seat, to talk to a lawyer, I fumed to myself that they couldn't have been any more upset if I'd committed murder.
He did stay enrolled long enough to get his photo into the 1965 Yearbook. Here is an actual copy owned by blog reader Logan: