Welcome back from your wonderful winter breaks.

Below, I have assembled my own little list of my expectations for college and the reality of what college actually is for your entertainment. This list may be super subjective, considering my school is not your typical college. For those of you unfamiliar with Yeshiva University, it's a private, Jewish university located in the one & only New York City with two separate campuses for guys and girls. Separate means that the guys' campus is in Washington Heights, whereas the girls' campus is in midtown. What can I say? We ladies definitely got the better end of the stick. So, obviously, single-sex campuses create a totally different tone than the classic college experience. Now that I've provided you with what I think is a brief yet sufficient description of my college, let's begin.

Partying

Partying Expectations: First things first, you take mad amounts of shots with your friends at the pre-game in your dorms until you reach level “Totally Trashed.” Immediately after arriving at the party, you magically lock eyes with the cutest eligible bachelor at the party who completely disregards your drunken idiocy because he can just sense you're the classiest girl in the room. You dance (i.e. grind) the night away with this dream boy until your lips meet at midnight. Your fun, beautiful buddies are having just as fun around you, and the night is perfect thus far. The next morning, you wake up relaxed and glowing, spooning with Prince Charming in his bed.

Partying Reality: God forbid you forget to lock your door before taking down those shots — you don't want to risk your RA catching you in the act on your dry campus. After taking what you believe to be just the right amount of shots, you've good a good buzz going for you and you're totally ready to rage. But wait — you're not there yet. There's a half-hour shuttle to the boys' campus, so hold your horses! It's all good though — you and your girls have your own little party, bobbing your heads to the music on the radio.

After the shuttle ride that took a wee bit longer that it should have — 45 minutes to be exact — you've lost a little bit of that buzz that you've worked so hard to achieve. After arriving at the party, you stick with your girlfriends, occasionally saying hey to some randoms and inadvertently glancing at the infrequent cute male passersby. Music's blasting, but everyone's just standing around. You're in desperate need to get back that buzz, so you raid the kitchen for some more alcohol. And the buzz is back.

Suddenly, you see that one guy you sorta-kinda had a thing with your first month here (whom you pined over for months) getting it on with that airhead from your Poli Sci class. You immediately run to your roomie, drunkenly bawling, and the two of you commence with an hour b*tch-sesh about him. Hopefully, no one notices this little meltdown of yours. The clock strikes 1:50, and you realize that you must run to catch the 2 AM shuttle, the last one of the night. 30 minutes later, you curl up into a ball on your bed. Sigh. Till next Thursday night.

Class

Class Expectations: You set up your schedule to begin at the beautiful, serene hour of 9 AM every day so you'll have time to explore NYC after. Bright and early is definitely the way to go! And 9 AM classes are seriously a blessing because high school started at 8 AM. An entire extra hour to sleep? Damn, you lucked out. Starting the day early will keep you motivated and focused in class - you're totally going to ace your first semester! As long as you take notes, keep up with the assigned readings, and review the material every night: you'll get that A. So it's basically going to be a breeze. Maybe after exploring the city, you can hit up the campus gym to get energized for the next day? Sounds like a totally do-able plan!

Class Reality: BEEP, BEEP, BEEP. It can't be time for your 8:30 AM alarm yet. It just can't be. You just need one more hour - is that too much to ask for?! You put your alarm on snooze for 10 minutes. BEEP, BEEP, BEEP. Alright, it's 8:40 AM now. Time to get up for real this time!! You roll out of bed, wipe the sleep drool off your mouth, and shove your feet into your Uggs. There is no way you're getting dressed today: sweats will do. Whoever invented 9 AM classes is a total a**hole. And you're an idiot for agreeing to take 9 AM classes every morning too. You glance jealously at your sleeping roomie. Ditching sounds very appealing, but you've done that one too many times so... class it is!

Once you arrive in class, you take notes for 7 consecutive minutes, extremely proud of your productivity. But then you remember that Buzzfeed exists. One little Buzzfeed quiz can't hurt... it'll take you 3 minutes tops. A half hour later, you've found yourself completely sucked into the alluring world of Buzzfeed, Facebook and Zara. Well, you tried. You'll just get the notes from someone else. This process repeats from class to class. After a long, hard day of surfing the web, you deserve a nap. Ugh. Naps. Aren't they just the best? After you wake up from your 2-hour nap, you finally have energy to go to the gym. Just kidding - it's time for Netflix!

Food

Food Expectations: Obviously, you and your friends will get to wine and dine at the finest restaurants in Manhattan. Of course, you'll hit up the gym afterwards because there's no way you will allow yourself to gain the Freshman 15.

Food Reality: Ramen noodle soup and pizza (pretty much the epitome of my first year). Sometimes, you're just too lazy to make it to the finest restaurants in Manhattan. And your wallet needs a break sometimes too. So, snacking on crap is the way to go. I did go to the gym here and there, but definitely not as much as I originally planned.

Clubbing

Clubbing Expectations: Getting down with your girls at DA CLUB in the city that never sleeps, all day every day. You and your crew are dressed to impress. Every single person at the club totally envies your cool vibes and sick dance moves. You're pretty much the “shorty that had them apple bottom jeans and boots with the fur” as “the whole club was looking at her” (T-Pain). Yes, I just quoted the wise T-Pain.

Clubbing Reality: You anxiously hand the bouncer your fake ID, hoping to get past the golden door. However, your baby face can't fool the bouncer. He smirks at your sad excuse of an ID, and you know you have failed. Some of your friends get in, while you and the rest of your baby-faced friends decide to hit up Duane Reade for some good old tortilla chips and salsa. You watch the Snapchat stories of your friends who actually did make it into the club, and tell yourself you are with them in spirit. You kind of wish you went to college in Europe or Canada, where you would actually make it past the door. Whatever. Clubbing's overrated anyways.

Hook Up Culture

Hook Up Culture Expectations: Cute guy checks you out in class, you check him out and suddenly, an incredible flirtation-ship is born. Smiles are exchanged, numbers are exchanged, Snapchats are exchanged; the flirtation-ship is successful thus far. After a good 3 weeks of your flirtation-ship he comes over to your dorm to “study”, and the flirtation-ship finally reaches its climax, as the hook up stage begins. Maybe it'll actually go somewhere, maybe it won't, but for now it's just a jolly good time.

Hook Up Culture Reality: At a single-sex college, it's pretty impossible to share a flirtation-ship with a member of the opposite sex in one of your classes. Unless you go for your Prof, and I don't think that would go down too well. So, us ladies actually have to make an effort and venture out of the classroom. If you have succeeded in finding that one guy - you go, Glen Coco! But you cannot move on to the hook-up stage just yet. Guys aren't allowed in the girls' dorms, and girls aren't allowed in the guys' dorms. So unless one of you owns an apartment, you're s**t outta luck.

Roomates

Roommate Expectations: You and your roommates have an instant connection, and late-night Deep Meaningful Conversations about boys and life in general immediately commence. You do everything together, from getting mani-pedis to watching Rom-Coms that make you cry. You couldn't have been more #blessed with these roomies. Definitely a match made in heaven.

Roommate Reality: Maybe you will be close with your roomies, maybe you won't. I gotta say that my personal experience has been the best! I really lucked out with my first-year roomies. We didn't get close right off the bat, but slowly and gradually, we got super tight. I had the opportunity to laugh, yell, cry, snuggle, and party with my roommates. Not everyone can say that. Sure, we were all different, but we united in our differences to create the Ultimate Roomie Crew. So, yeah, I guess I was #blessed with my roomies this year. My roommate reality might have actually surpassed my expectations.

On that mushy note, I conclude. Just clarifying that I do love YU, but I love poking fun at it occasionally too! Looking back on my college expectations is a fun, entertaining way to reflect. I lived, and I learned.