As we’re all aware, history repeats itself. I’ve come to notice that’s especially true in college. We’re all just big children who are responsible for student loans and finals, but all while wearing scrunchies and eating a to-go cereal.
Biking places
Remember when you biked to your friend’s house? And then got slurpees? Same. Then we learned how to drive and the game changed. Breaking news: bikes are cheap, just like the college students who ride them. We bike to our friend’s places across campus, you know, like how you did when you were 10.
Wearing clothes that really shouldn't be worn anymore
You know that atrocious excuse for a tie-dye shirt you made in 6th grade? Bet you’ve got it in your drawer and I can bet you wear it to class under a sweatshirt (maybe over, it’s on you to share that shirt with the world). We noticeably wear socks out of any shoe—sandals, sneakers, moccasins, you name it.
Eating a lot of sugar in one sitting with your friends
Just like when you were 7 and traded trick-or-treating candy, you’ll eat just as much junk food sitting crisscrossed on the floor in college. Maybe it’s ice cream, cookies, pizza, or chips and salsa, there is no snack discrimination. We’ve all been present for the potluck that is emptying out the snack drawers.
Napping a lot
Oooh yeahhh, you know how it goes. Wake up, go to class, nap, think about being productive, nap, eat, nap, and actually try to be productive. It’s our programmed routine. We’re basically infants in college level classes; some trying to be doctors, some historians. You can’t deny we’re some pretty capable infants.
Actually like talking to your parents
Don’t you love when your parents remind you how much you clung to them on the first day of kindergarten? I’m sure the term “stage 5 clinger” was an overstatement on the first day of high school. But this is college where our mom isn’t there to pick up the pieces that we so often spill. Thanks, mom.
Eating food meant for children
We’re all guilty of eating a meal consisting of lunchables, a chocolate chip chewy bar, and juice. This is the definition of ballin’ on a budget. Yes, I eat applesauce. Yes, I’m aware it’s primarily meant for children. Yes, I’m going to quietly slurp it in class.
Finding excuses for not going out
We all had those kids in our class that always wanted to play and you were just like, chill fam, I’m 9. I don’t want to play all the time; I’m tuckered out from other activities. I just need to spread out on my couch and watch TV. Well, well, well, college isn’t that different after all. We’ve all made up an excuse for not going out because the last thing we want to do is put on less clothes to go out. Tempting, but I’m watching High School Musical 2 in my bed. Raincheck?
Coloring
Adult coloring books are totally a thing. To clarify, adult coloring books are more challenging lines to color in between, not a pornographic coloring book. I feel as though I should clarify seeing as when I asked where the coloring books were at Michaels, I was told where the “adult coloring books” were. Imagine my surprise. They’re stress relieving (lord knows we need it), time consuming (ideal for procrastinating), and pretty. Duh.
Wearing scrunchies
News flash: we’re still in the 90's and Bob Saget is the king, thank you. I’m not sure how these little guys made their comeback, but here they are in the knotted mess that is my hair. Do I have a rainbow assortment? Of course. It makes me wonder where all my scrunchies from elementary school went. My guess is the vortex that also sucks in bobby pins.
College kids and children have something in common: they don’t care. It’s a beautiful thing. I’ve worn mid calf blacks to class with cropped leggings and I felt on top of the world. We went from not caring in elementary, caring in middle school and high school, to not caring in college. Funny how history repeats itself. Unfortunately, we may dress and act like children, but we’re still in 15 credit semesters and dealing with thousands of dollars in debt. But hey, wearing leggings, my dad’s old sweatshirt, and flip-flops to class certainly softens the blow that is college.
