Forget finding a house, the real challenge is remember where I put my bathing suits during the hell that was winter.
All the emotion (and sugar) of big/little week comes with the impending dread that you’re one more generation removed from holding the coveted title of baby of the family.
Forget finals -- you haven’t seen stress until you’ve watched a big bake brownies, glue gun sequins, and study for a test, all while wielding a paint pen.
Like New Year’s Eve, your birthday, and pretty much every time you put on real pants instead of leggings, Valentine’s Day is chock full of expectations and pressure to be the BEST DAY EVER.
There are tons of perks when it comes to moving far away for college—the adventure, the opportunity to meet people from around the country, and of course the fact that your parents can’t drive down for a “surprise” visit when you’re horrifically hung over.
These deal breakers are the moments that send you running for the hills (as soon as you retrieve your necklace that you left at his house)
Given the fact that we spend the vast majority of our time in class, the library, or sprawled out on our couch, it’s natural to want to brag a little anytime you leave your natural habitat.
Date parties are tricky territory. The combination of an actual boy date, lots of alcohol, and precariously high heels can...
Why is everyone I’ve ever hooked up with magically in this class? Group projects are bound to be a joy.
There’s no need to decide what you want to do with the rest of eternity the moment you set foot on campus.
Here’s the definitive list of why this cold snap that’s sweeping the nation is the absolute worst and needs to end as soon as humanly possible.
You only have enough money for one tempur-pedic pillow and you’re not about to let some boy make it smell like Axe body spray and cheap beer.
It doesn’t matter if Andre is the only alcohol your budget will allow, these cost-conscious additions will class up the ultimate frat-boy champagne.