My first year of college, I had three southern roommates. Let me say — it was a culture shock. Unfortunately, having grown up in Connecticut, I was completely ignorant of a number of southern staples. Garth Brooks, sweet tea, and cowboy boots, to name a few. At some point freshman year, my sorority had a Dukes of Hazard party, and I had to ask what to wear — that was actually rather embarrassing.
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