I had the privilege to be housed at Sessums along with I'm guessing 500 or so other freshmen boys. I had the honor of being kicked out of Sessums also.
Do you know how bad you had to fuck up to be chunked out of there? If not, read on................
While I will agree it may not be pleasing to the eye, I will suffer no disparagement of Sacred Sessum's, or of the scary people who lived in the basement and who only came out at night.
I heard girls live there now. Is that true? I hope not. If they do, I hope they gutted and disinfected the whole damn thing before they let them move in , or else no telling what kind of STDs, crabs, DNA, or other undiscovered bacteria and viruses were there.
What a shithole of decay, depravity, and decadence that place was when I was there. Cold in the winter. Hot in the summer, flooding bathrooms. Fire alarms all the time in the middle of the night. 10 stereos going full blast constantly with Motley Crue on five of them and G-N-R on four others, with some fag playing Edie Birkell on one.A hint of ganja in the air. Screams of intense pain, terror, and insanity. Drunks puking and passing out in the halls. Whimpering and sobbing from boys who just wanted their Mama, and from girls who were praying their Daddy would never find out what they had done as they made the walk of shame on Sunday morning down the hall to the cheers of the unlaid degenerates hanging out their doors and windows.
Sessums, a place of sacrilege and unhuman animalistic behavior that should have been stormed by the police, a company of the US Army Rangers, along with the Baptist Student Union and then burnt to the ground with all the miscreants still inside.
God I loved that place. And I'll be damned if I let anybody talk bad about it.
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