So as part of the “college experience”, my friends and I decide to go to a few of the parties on Saturday night. Yeah! The college experience!
I walk in at 1 AM and so many people are drunk. I mean, they’re just GONE. They’re waving their hands randomly in the air and stumbling over themselves, grabbing and falling onto people on their way out of the hot, sweaty, musty basement slash dance floor. Yes. The college experience.
I mean, it’s pretty amusing to watch, but if there’s one thing upperclassmen and college graduates have told me, it’s this: always have a sober friend with you. Strange things happen when you don’t remember what you did last night or what your name is. Enough said.
Another part of the college experience: trying out stuff. I walk in the activities fair and take a look around. I have never done martial arts before. So why not? I sign up. I’ve never done fencing, hm, maybe I’ll sign up and see what that’s about. I go to the informational meeting and it’s cool, but I don’t think its suits me or my schedule, so I drop it. I like the candy that’s on the dance group’s table, but I’m clumsy to the point I trip over air, so I sign up, and take the candy. Not very nice, but I still went to take a look.
There are a lot of clubs and activities you can do in college that maybe you didn’t have a chance to do in high school, so why not sign up? It might just be the start of a new hobby. It’s a way to make new friends that will play the “This is so fun.” game with you, I know I have (I always lose because I start giggling at the beginning of the game.). Not to mention a nice way to keep that freshmen 15 at bay. No, seriously, when you have so much junkfood that’s only a dial away, it is extremely tempting. More so when they leave coupons in your mailbox and on your doorknob.
Which reminds me, nothing, nothing beats home cooking. Cup noodles certainly does not taste like mom’s noodles. And instant rice does not taste like the fresh jasmine rice just out of the rice cooker. And it doesn’t smell as good either. Many of you will miss home, too. I was alright until my parents left for the airport. I tried to walk away without looking back, but I looked back anyway and ended up crying. My mom saw me and laughing as my dad drove away. I heard her laughter echo across campus. I still miss home at random times. *cough* When the dining hall serves dry rice.*cough*