My life as a fun filled faker

My second year of college, I decided to transfer to Liberty University in Lynchburg, Virginia. During the first weeks of the semester, I was getting a feel for the university and is diverse set of rules and regulations. For those of you who aren't familiar with Jerry Falwell's christian university, it is one rule away from becoming a military institute. I'd already been reprimanded for not making my bed, being late to church, inappropriately clothed (which turns out to be half of my wardrobe) and for a poor choice in words. One thing I was conscious of was our twelve o' clock curfew.
I had flown into Lynchburg Regional Airport alone, sent most of my belongings via UPS to my dorm and carried my wardrobe in my two suitcases. The airport lost my luggage and evidently UPS did the same. Needless to say my first week at Liberty consisted of borrowing from strangers, permanently locking myself out of my dorm and realizing that cafeterias are not 24 hr. A couple weeks later, UPS delivered a giant box of my stuff. After clearing its contents one Friday night I decided to throw the box away. Three girlfriends followed me out to the dumpster. On our way we saw a happy couple, being the mischievous group we are, we went up to them and dared them to stick their hands in the box. We kind of shook it a bit and scared them , kids stuff really. They were not too pleased and noticed that we were all new, so they told us to go to "late skate" which is liberty ordained ice skating after curfew. In a tissy, the four of us got on our scarves and gloves in the middle of august and started walking to the other side of campus. Realizing the long hot journey ahead, and box still in hand, we did what any normal Libertian would do. We pretended it was really heavy and waited for a car to ask if we needed a hand. This plan worked famously. I was holding the box, two gentlemen pulled over, asked if we needed a hand and we got a ride to the other side of campus. Well. I was sitting in the back with this not so heavy, heavy box. Upon arrival, the gentlemen went to grab this supposedly weighty box from me. I declined and started out of the car. One gentleman grabbed the box from me, and then realized that this whole act of chivalry was under false pretenses. Yes.. we had lied for a ride. Immediately my friend Abby falls to the ground laughing. I was stuck there trying to figure out how to explain myself. The only words that exited my mouth were "surprise!" The two fellas left us there only to find that we had been lied to, no late skate. We then had ten minutes to get back to the other side of campus in order to keep our slates clean. We walked into the gym, box still in hands and continued our charade. We stepped it up a notch. I was holding the box stumbling behind the other three girls, to make the situation seem worse, they were yelling at me, "hurry up we're late!" and "seriously jodi, your taking too long!" While I was pretend struggling to keep this box from falling as we walked. Several gym brats tried showing off their muscles by grabbing the box and were severely disappointed, but the gentlemen that was taken for the longest ride was our knight in shining armor. My final act of theatrics was to properly fall with the "heavy box". This was sure to get us a ride back. In order to properly understand this story, let me explain the setting. Liberty's gym has a long hall of windows in order to get into the gym. My last show began in said hallway. I am stumbling, fumbling with said weighty box, being yelled at by three careless friends. Halfway through the hallway, I see a young man enter. Knowing that this was my time to shine, I catch his eye and with a look of sheer desperation, I begin to slowly collapse (box still in hands). Young man races down the long windowed hallway to my rescue, only to find that the girl he was saving was a fraud. Luckily he still brought us back to our dorm just in time. The lesson learned from this bit is.. I'm really good at pretending.