College brings a whole lot of new experiences, new lessons and new people. But it seems that no matter what school you go to there are same characters on every campus. The frat house groupie, the sensitive all American, the cool girl, and the Unhinged Coed.

Once upon a time, at college orientation, you met someone who spent her weekend running around meeting everyone. Even the orientation leaders, academic advisors…and cafeteria workers. This person was friendly, funny, flirty. Then classes began, parties were under way and, whoa mama, it was…girl gone wild (annoying)!

Allow me to introduce you to the Unhinged Coed.

The Unhinged Coed is an attention hog (minus the “g”) to the umpteenth power. She will do just about anything for someone to take a quick look or give her a quick dose of attention.

While she comes off friendly and fun at first, the Unhinged is quickly reduced to nothing more than the nuisance you turn to when you need something. Eager to please (and for people to know she’s helpful), she is always there with a book someone needs to borrow, notes when someone misses class, and a pair of lips when someone is drunk and looking for booty.

In her quest to be everyone’s friend, she ends up with a small group – usually like-minded attention seeking-wannabes themselves – who stick around her to gain “access” to the people she claims to be close with. Only she isn’t, because her quest to be known by all leaves her annoyed by most. Read More »

Last night, to escape the tranquillized waters of the suburbs (see my previous post on Suburban Summer Survival), my friend Alec invited me to make the 45 minute drive to the nearest city to hang out at his apartment and bar – hop. I jumped in my mom’s Honda before he could promise me free drinks.

Well, to make a long story short, the free drinks soon found themselves in my throat and come 3 a.m., I was still rather sloshed with no relief in sight (although I was collected enough to realize that this is precisely why I prefer to walk everywhere). For the time being, though, I could hardly put one foot in front of the other, let alone navigate mom’s Honda back to the ‘burbs.

Alec, ever the gentleman and a treasured friend since we starred together in The Sound of Music our sophomore year of high school, kindly offered to put me up for the night. However, the minimalist decorator he is, there were very few options for a sleeping arrangement: I could sleep on the floor, or I could sleep in his bed. With him. Or he could sleep on the floor, but I hate to inconvenience a gracious host. Read More »