Most of us have been through it already. Freshman year - the year that we could be immature and get away with pretty much everything. We were free from any kind of parental control and supervision.

We were freshmen and we could do anything.

I remember one of my first apartment parties at Penn State; it was the first weekend I was here.

Actually, all I remember from that party was that while I was in the bathroom re-applying my lipgloss, I got a sudden glimpse of a toothpaste tube.

So, my at-the-time-ingenious idea was to make an artistic masterpiece with toothpaste. I squirted the whole tube onto the sink and mirror, while flipping my arms in the air Van Gogh style, I assume.

Moments after my roommate and I finally got out of the bathroom, one of the girls who lived in the apartment went in and came right back out asking who had decorated her bathroom. She then pointed at my roommate and me and told us that we were the last ones in there.

The next morning, as my new friends and I were sobering up with a delicious brunch at Simmons Hall, I remembered what I had done and felt horrible about it. But I didn't even know what apartment I had been in, so that was the end of that.

Three years later, I understand how mad those girls must have been.

Last Saturday, my roommates (three of which were with me that drunken night three years ago) and I had a party at our new house and invited everyone that we knew. Somehow, about a dozen freshmen infiltrated our party.

Later on, one of my roommates and I were standing on the porch as we saw most of the herd of freshmen leave our house. Then one of the freshmen guys ran out of our house tucking something in his jacket.

That same roommate I was standing with on the porch realized the next morning that her nice football was gone. Then one of our friends who was visiting for the weekend noticed her Fendi purse was gone, along with car keys, wallet, everything.

We suspect the freshman boy that we saw took the football for obvious reasons, and we never found a suspect for the purse.

Stealing or destroying things in other people's houses or apartments is rude, immature and just flat-out stupid. There's no point in doing it.

So next time you freshies are out, remember that karma does exist and everything you do will come back to you in some similar way. If you feel like destroying something, just eat a whole Canyon pie.