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You know you go to VCU if...
Your advisors are useless.
You've experienced how nasty Hibbs food is or heard the horror stories.
You know that Shafer Court is just Hibbs in a really nice disguise because to get the good food you have to double and triple swipe!
You've seen/heard someone get ran over by a car.
You know that VCU isn't THAT ghetto.
You hate when people from other schools ask you if you've been robbed, got your car stolen or been shot at.
You drive through construction EVERYDAY and often times in a different spot.
You know ALL the rules about what you should and shouldn't do while walking at night.
You hate those damn "clickers." I mean are they really necessary?
You cannot walk to class without walking through an assortment of Smoker, Bums and Crackheads.
You can leave your house at a decent time and still be late for class because of parking or crossing busy streets.
You still to this day remember all the sex jokes and facts told at your freshmen orientation.
If you had a dollar for every time you tripped or saw someone trip walking to class, you'd be rich!
You hear more than 10 ambulance/fire truck/police sirens a day and you know to ignore them.
When you see a yellow light, you hit the gas.
You've taken or heard ALL about Dr. Rankin's Human Sexuality class.
You've been hit or nearly been hit by a bike.
You've misjudge the distance of a car and had to scurry your ass across the crosswalk.
You either have a big ass umbrella or know someone who does.
At least four cops come to bust your party despite the fact that you know someone is being raped/robbed/murdered in Richmond every night.
Alleys are your shortcuts to class.
You wonder which VCU student partake in the studies that conclude that VCU students only have 1-2 (or is it 2-3?) drinks when they go out because you know you've seen many a VCU student beer bonging, keg standing, tequila chugging, and toilet hugging.
Everyday you are awakened by a new noise and it's never bird chirpping. It's usually jackhammers, car accidents, sirens, animals digging through your trash, a lost drunk guy, or cheering fans for a marathon that everyone's heard of but you.
Your advisors are useless.
You've experienced how nasty Hibbs food is or heard the horror stories.
You know that Shafer Court is just Hibbs in a really nice disguise because to get the good food you have to double and triple swipe!
You've seen/heard someone get ran over by a car.
You know that VCU isn't THAT ghetto.
You hate when people from other schools ask you if you've been robbed, got your car stolen or been shot at.
You drive through construction EVERYDAY and often times in a different spot.
You know ALL the rules about what you should and shouldn't do while walking at night.
You hate those damn "clickers." I mean are they really necessary?
You cannot walk to class without walking through an assortment of Smoker, Bums and Crackheads.
You can leave your house at a decent time and still be late for class because of parking or crossing busy streets.
You still to this day remember all the sex jokes and facts told at your freshmen orientation.
If you had a dollar for every time you tripped or saw someone trip walking to class, you'd be rich!
You hear more than 10 ambulance/fire truck/police sirens a day and you know to ignore them.
When you see a yellow light, you hit the gas.
You've taken or heard ALL about Dr. Rankin's Human Sexuality class.
You've been hit or nearly been hit by a bike.
You've misjudge the distance of a car and had to scurry your ass across the crosswalk.
You either have a big ass umbrella or know someone who does.
At least four cops come to bust your party despite the fact that you know someone is being raped/robbed/murdered in Richmond every night.
Alleys are your shortcuts to class.
You wonder which VCU student partake in the studies that conclude that VCU students only have 1-2 (or is it 2-3?) drinks when they go out because you know you've seen many a VCU student beer bonging, keg standing, tequila chugging, and toilet hugging.
Everyday you are awakened by a new noise and it's never bird chirpping. It's usually jackhammers, car accidents, sirens, animals digging through your trash, a lost drunk guy, or cheering fans for a marathon that everyone's heard of but you.