“Hey Kim! There’s going to be streaking tonight! Wanna come see? Wanna come see?” asked a suitemate of mine last night.
“Streaking?! For finals? I want to streak!”
“Oh my god, girl! You gotta be kidding me!”
And that’s when it all began. Wrote PUENTE up and down my arms and my back and paced back and forth, wondering whether or not I really should. I couldn’t believe it! I was nervous.
Finally I braved it and walked over to Cumbre — the place in which the streaking course would begin and took off all my clothes. A girl offered me a towel and I excitedly showed off the word “Puente” (my dorm name) written down the sides of my arms and my back.
One of the funniest sights I have ever seen is the backside of twenty-some-odd guys taking off their various amonts of clothing and running buck naked through a huge crowd of people.
“WOOoOooOooo!!!!!” I yelled as I got on my bike, clothed in nothing more than my bra and my underwears.
I heard a few “AHHA! ITS KIM!!!!” “Go KIIIM!!” and a “WHAT THE HELL?!?!” as I went through the crowd myself. Later on, I figured out why the “What the hell” sounded so familiar. It was none other than Okay Nicknack from the Okay Crew. What the hell?!?! What was everybody doing there? Crazy ish.
My plans for next quarter : full toplessness.
