Okay, so I am completely not a hippie. Let me just get that out there. Incense makes me sneeze, middle-of-the-forehead headbands make me look like an awkward boy and I own nothing made of hemp.
Whether you’re fresh on campus or are a seasoned beer pong pro, everyone can remember the day they said goodbye to their high school friends. It began a whole new type of LDR. The long distance friendship (or LDF) is most common among people who have known one another for years, and are then forcefully separated by miles and ten different college towns.
So, you’ve moved into the dorms, made it through syllabus week in class, and you’re feeling ready to get your day drink on. Tailgating before the big game is a rite of passage every freshman should look forward to. It’s a chance to bleed (insert your school’s colors here) and act like it’s five o’clock somewhere... even if it’s only nine in the morning.
So here I sit in my dorm room listening to Shakira's Waka Waka playing on repeat and sweating from shaking it like a She Wolf. Needless to say, the first days of college have been treating me well.
College: a time of growing up, trying new things, and, of course, meeting new people. From the bitchy girl in Chem class to the hot guy from a frat party, freshman year brings a slew of different characters. While no two people share quite the same college experience, there are a few archetypal personalities that, without a doubt, can be found on a freshman floor.
OK, so you have your bedding, your towels, and your laptop; you think you're ready to move off for your freshman year of college. Before you go, though, there are a couple of things that a freshman might not think to bring that will make dorm life a million times easier.
The summer after I graduated from high school I was excited to finally be free from compulsory family vacays to celebrate the 4th of July. So to celebrate both America’s and my own newfound independence, I went big, I went all out – I went to a house party.
Going into my senior year of college I promised myself one thing: that I would get all of my "college kinks" out of my system. And by college kinks I mean never saying "no" to a night out on the town, doing a pedal-pub (Editor's Note: how did I not know about this!?), and mixing hot apple cider and Goldschlager for at least one football game. I know, I've got priorities and clearly the utmost class.
Four years ago, I started the crazy journey that is college. Though it doesn't seem like four years ago; the entire experience flew by. It felt like just yesterday that I stepped foot onto Penn State’s main campus and now I’m packing up my apartment and heading off into some crazy unknown direction, also known as the casa de mama and papa.
Yes, it's true: it’s the final countdown (and I don’t mean the annoying song by Europe, because I won’t do that to you right now). The semester is drawing to a close, final exams are rapidly approaching, and we are all awaiting the commencement of winter break with bated breath.
Ok, I know it’s only the middle of the semester – the hump of the term - but I can’t lie … senior year is brutally kicking my ass. As I keep referring to my day-minder to see what is due next or what I need to worry about in the near future, I can’t help but think back to sweeter, less busier times such as my first year in college.
Let me take you back to a simpler time: my sophomore year of college. I had recently been dumped by my longtime boyfriend, and after about a month of taking solace in Half Baked and Friends reruns, I was finally ready to put myself on the market again.
(Girls, introducing themselves in class.) Girl 1: I'm Brenna. Girl 2: Hi! I'm Margaret, but you can call me Murphy. Girl 1: Huh. How'd you get that nickname? Girl 2: When I was born, my dad said it was Murphy's Law.