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"Friday night of my homecoming weekend was quite the experience... and this was all before I even got into the party! I rode with a few friends to the Norva and was really excited that I didn&amp;#039;t have to pay for cab fare. We were already pretty far from campus when my friend asked me if I had both of my IDs. Both? I had only brought my state ID, and had completely overlooked the big words on the ticket that stated &amp;quot;must show two forms of ID at door.&amp;quot; I normally always have my student ID on me, but this night I was carrying the cutest little black glittery heart shaped purse, so I just took out what I needed from my bigger purse and tried to fit it in there. I couldn&amp;#039;t believe my luck because there was no way I would be able to get into the party without it. I knew my roommate was already off campus, and there was no one else that could get into my room. Instead of panicking (well it was already too late for that), I tried to think of some way that I could fix my mistake. I needed someone who was going to Norva to beg the RA at the front desk of my dorm for my room key, so that they could get my ID and bring it to me. After calling a bunch of people and getting a lot of &amp;quot;sorry, but I can&amp;#039;t help you,&amp;quot; one of my friends finally said she could do it for me.   After talking to the RA, and begging her to do me this favor, my friend was finally able to get my ID. Now that that stress was over, I had to worry about it actually getting to me. By the time my other friend got my ID, my friends and I were already at the Norva. Of course, they insisted on waiting with me instead of letting me wait outside by myself, but I felt so bad for holding them up. Not only was it freezing, but we had to stand outside and wait for an hour and a half for my friend to get there. When they finally got to the Norva, I had to find my friend in the huge crowd and when I finally met up with her, she had forgotten the ID in the car. I was so stressed out at this point, but I had to keep reminding myself that things could always be worst. My friends who had waited for me in the beginning had already went inside, so I had to wait in line again for another 45 minutes before I finally got into the party.  I&amp;#039;m a strong believer of everything happens for a reason. Even though all this crazy stuff happened, I was able to learn something from it. I&amp;#039;ve met some really great people here at Hampton University. Those girls didn&amp;#039;t have to wait outside in the cold with me that long, and my other friend didn&amp;#039;t have to go out of her way to get my ID for me. My night didn&amp;#039;t go exactly how I planned, but it all eventually worked out in the end. I&amp;#039;m so grateful for the people that helped me that night and I will be there for them whenever they need me.  The upside is, crazy experiences always turn into great stories the next day! Do you have any crazy stories from your homecoming? "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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