In college, my nickname was "Waterboy." At the time, I told myself it was because I brought drunk partiers water, but in retrospect, it was because my catchphrase was also "Momma sez that's the Devil." I was dripping with religious repression, and becoming my own person since getting away from that has been so goddamn weird.
I flunked out of college 2 years in because my parents had me trying to pray away depression, ADHD, and being queer as a $3 bill. And just in case you were wondering, THAT DOESN'T FUCKING WORK. I'm 34 years old, and I'm still trying to figure out who I am outside of all that mess.
Every damn day, I discover new, wonderful things about the world that defy the religious dogma of my parents. The world is fucking amazing, and so much less boring when you realize everything's not The Devil. I have since gotten an associate degree in something completely unrelated to my original field, I have a decent job, two cats, and genuine, close friendships.
I do owe Adam Sandler a bit of belated thanks for a decent nickname, though.
And yes, Cepheid Variable, Waterboy was my D-name. I'm technically a recovering elder, would have been class of '07 if I had finished. I doubt anyone would even recognize me anymore, what with my avoidance of College Station, name/gender change, and being occasionally genuinely happy. But Cepheid Variable basically kept me from killing myself when everything else was terrible, so I'll always have a special place in my heart for it and the convention they throw, @aggiecon.
