Slave of Freedom

When I was in high-school, college life for me meant: freedom, alcohol, parties, self-inflicted sleep deprivation, cigarette smoke, sex, friendship, people with bizarre nicknames (I was convinced I would have a friend that we would call Mad, just like that), inside jokes, sex, alcohol, alcohol, alcohol. Yeah. I know.

How does a 16-year-old get such ideas about student life, you wonder. Well, I'll tell you how. She reads a book titled Slave of Freedom by a guy named Jordan Bozushki. In the book, among other things, he tells the story of these two guys that everyone called The Masons. Want to know why? Well, apparently, one night these two get drunk out of their minds on their way home. As they are strolling down dark Sofia streets, they walk past a construction site. The next morning said street is closed for traffic because above mention do-gooders have built a wall across it. I loved the Masons.

I also loved the author's slight obsession with a girl named Svetla. The most beautiful woman of all. He sort of loses her towards the middle of the book. But somehow, that is never sad because the break-up sets him off on a weird path of continuous encounters with other almost-divine women. All of whom seem to be named Svetla. Case in point: Part II, Chapter 5. In English: Her name was Svetla. I really wanted to become somebody's Svetla. I have since then realized, however, that with great power there must also come great responsibility and if given the option, I would probably pass on such an opportunity. Or not. Not the point here.

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Being a college student is very different from the way you imagine it, the same way many things happen differently from the way you imagine them happening. I know that my college experience was nothing like I thought it would be. For one, it had never even crossed my mind that I would be studying in the United States. But then you have one drink too many and a friend tells you, Why not?! (hello, George!) and there go your plans and expectations.

The purpose of this post was not to talk about what happened after all the plans got ruined. In fact, as you have probably already guessed, it is definitely a good thing that it happened that way. The purpose of this text was really not even an attempt to talk about what I wanted my college experience to be like. Rather, I just wanted to point you guys to an awesomely bad book that could give you some cheap laughs as you struggle through whatever it is you're struggling through right now. And as the book is in Bulgarian, I realize how ridiculous it is to write all this in English. But, hey, there's no such thing as too many drunk-stories. So...it's all good.