The second weekend of freshman year I was still riding on the elation of being at college and the freedom it offered. One of those freedoms being the freedom to drink as much as I wanted when I wanted. The girls on my hall and I were invited to a party at the baseball apartment off campus where I met a very cute, older, baseball player who seemed to take an interest in me.

I will admit it, I’m an awkward girl. I’ll say goodbye to someone and then walk in the same direction as them with a stupid grin on my face. I’ve messed up high fives more times than should be legally allowed. I’ve called my roommates good friend (whom I’ve known for months) “Tyler,” when his name is “Lucas”…HOW DO YOU MESS THAT UP?

I hadn’t known John* very well, so when I got a text at 11pm saying “I’m bored, come hang out” I should have immediately seen the booty call red flag. Especially because we had set up a first date for the next night, but John was hot and he cracked me up so I was excited to see him.

I’ll put it plainly: On my 19th birthday, I made it my duty to get really, really drunk. It was my freshman year at school, and my parents had come up for the weekend and taken a few of my closest friends out to celebrate with us. Naturally, as is often customary when mom and dad are footing the bill, the wine was flowing for a good two hours.

As a non smoker I find 4-20 to be absolutely unbearable. No one can give me a serious answer to my questions and my roommates raid the kitchen to the point that I find them crouched down mixing Craisins with dry pasta and calling it lunch. But this year I had the fabulous idea of making it possible for me to enjoy my friends on a day when they enjoy nothing besides smoking…and things that are crunchy.

Last week Oprah had an episode discussing sex, sexual attraction and the things women want when it comes to doin’ the dirty. The episode as a whole was fascinating – did you know there is an equation for figuring out how hot someone is?? – but one point that really stuck out to me was the discussion of sexual desire.

About a month and a half ago, I wrote about testing positive for Chlamydia. It’s been hard on me ever since then to really come to terms with it. Sure, it was easy to get rid of (just a few pills) and I don’t have to relive it by telling every past or future partner that I have an STD, but the worst part for me is the stigma.

(We have discussed Adderall a lot in the past few months and it has really opened our eyes. Adderall is used in ways we never imagined to do things we never knew it did. And now we find out it contributes to an issue we never considered: cheating. One finaly CollegeCandy writer discusses her experiences with the prescription drug.)

Adderall is many things. A relief for people with ADD and ADHD. A gift from Heaven (or that sketchy guy in …

Here at CollegeCandy, a lot of the writers are constantly criticized for their sexual choices so much that the word “slut” can be found in just about any article related to sex. Other females (and some males) feel that it is important to pass judgement on others who do not share the same beliefs and practices as themselves.

I am one of the many college girls that sees no problem in being young and enjoying a little (or a lot) …

[Disclaimer: The information presented in this post is the opinion of the author and CC does not promote the use of the drug without a prescription and for anything other than its prescribed use. You've been through DARE. You're old enough to make mature decisions regarding your health]

If you’re in college, chances are you’ve run across those infamous peach pills at some point. I’m talking about Adderall. These little orange suckers are everywhere, from the library to the lecture …