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It’s my second year off at university. So far I’ve managed to avoid sex, drugs, drinking, and working myself to death.

My first year I went to a block party at the two Christian houses–one for guys, and one for girls–the Home and the Mansion. Walking back to my on-campus dorm with a group of Christian friends, we pass by other houses: The party ones.

The party houses… How shall I describe them? Drinking, drunk people (go figure), bottles clanking against the sidewalk, raucous laughter, loud noises, and young men that made me both scared and angry–defensive, in short. If young men won’t defend me, I’ll defend myself.

If they touch me, I thought, I’ll deck ’em. 

It was comforting to be in a large group of people while walking the university district after dark. Darkness is scary.