1. Getting Drunk on a Weekday
Wine Wednesday, Thirsty Thursday… The limit does not exist to the ways to justify getting tipsy on a weekday. Heading to the bar, going all out for the weekly mixer, or just killing a bottle with friends, I picture my younger, goody-two-shoes self cringing at the inevitable hangover I will be enduring in class the next day. Most times, I can say it was worth it.
2. Eating Scraps for Every Meal
A Pop-Tart, Easy Mac and a cup of pudding is what I find myself eating for dinner most days. If I am very lucky, I will have enough money to order from the coveted Dominos, but as the semester dwindles on that becomes a rarity. Gone are the days when I would come home from class to find a 3-course meal waiting on the stove. My mother always asks me if I am eating well. I always lie as I take a bite of my Ramen.
3. Casual Hook-Ups
Most college socialites find themselves at parties on the weekends. Sweaty, drunken meat markets filled with people with one thing on their mind: sex. Across the room boys eye up the girls, choosing who they find as suitable candidates for a night of debauchery. As the night progress and the alcohol kicks in, the boys make their way to the girls. Dancing and flirting ensues until you see the inevitable whispering in the ear: “Want to come back to my place?” My high school self is still waiting for a text back from my 10th grade crush so I’m taken, thank you very much.
4. The Need to Nap… Every Second of the Day
Every morning I wake up and plan my day around when I can nap. I cancel plans so I can slip on my PJs and crawl back into my warm, comfortable sanctuary. I’ve even skipped classes just so I can rest up in preparation for other classes… what a sad, sad life us college students live. In high school, I would wake up when it was still dark outside, go to school for 7 hours, attend multiple practices/rehearsals and then attend to piles upon piles of homework all before I ever saw my bed again. I can’t even go 5 hours without crawling back into my bed. Unless I get a job as a professional napper after graduation, I am screwed.
