Last year three friends and I, actually 13, got a double-bed room in Panama City Beach hoping for the wildest time of our lives - and we got it.
While there we learned many valuable lessons: Fire can cause a $250 window to break, bedsprings are not immortal and hotels really do evict people.
We came five minutes from eviction. We were able to trade a broken mini gas station guitar for a bootlegged "Blade II" DVD. Some of us were too tired to sleep inside, so we opted for an inflatable raft outside the door.
Two different people had their beverages taken away and replaced with citations, and, finally, we had a hole show up in a wall. We quickly filled it up with various aluminum cans, put a piece of paper over it, spackled the paper and made our way home.

Jared Reynolds
Freshman in arts and sciences