The Life Of A College Student As Told By 'Beauty And The Beast'

The Life Of A College Student As Told By 'Beauty And The Beast'

"I want adventure in the great-wide somewhere."
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Like everything in life, college can be awkward. It is filled with good times, bad times, tears, laughter, tears from laughing so hard, and so on. I have always had trouble describing college in just one or a few sentences, so I thought since the new "Beauty And The Beast" movie is coming out soon (*screams with excitement*) the gang from the movie could help me attempt describing the trials and tribulations of college.

Let's get started:


When you walk into the wrong classroom repeatedly during a lecture.


Every first day of a new semester has you looking like:


Sometimes you just run into too many morning people.



Or maybe the college life just doesn't cut it.


But wait... I'm a poor college student, who needs an education to get a job. Damn it.

It can get hard juggling life, school, and friends.



Sometimes you forget to eat.


Which ends up with you eating like... Well eating like a beast.

Pulling an all-nighter makes you see things.


Like dancing, and singing food.

Getting assigned to read multiple chapters of a textbook often confuse you.


That feeling when you give someone a copy of your notes.



And finally... you pretend to be interested in a Professor's story.

But you just want to procrastinate the lecture from starting.

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Dad, it's all your fault.
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I always tell my dad that no matter who I date, he's always my number one guy. Sometimes I say it as more of a routine thing. However, the meaning behind it is all too real. For as long as I can remember my dad has been my one true love, and it's going to be hard to find someone who can top him.

My dad loves me when I am difficult. He knows how to keep the perfect distance on the days when I'm in a mood, how to hold me on the days that are tough, and how to stand by me on the days that are good.

He listens to me rant for hours over people, my days at school, or the episode of 'Grey's Anatomy' I watched that night and never once loses interest.

He picks on me about my hair, outfit, shoes, and everything else after spending hours to get ready only to end by telling me, “You look good." And I know he means it.

He holds the door for me, carries my bags for me, and always buys my food. He goes out of his way to make me smile when he sees that I'm upset. He calls me randomly during the day to see how I'm doing and how my day is going and drops everything to answer the phone when I call.

When it comes to other people, my dad has a heart of gold. He will do anything for anyone, even his worst enemy. He will smile at strangers and compliment people he barely knows. He will strike up a conversation with anyone, even if it means going way out of his way, and he will always put himself last.

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Dad, you have my respect, trust, but most of all my heart. You have impacted my life most of all, and for that, I can never repay you. Without you, I wouldn't know what I to look for when I finally begin to search for who I want to spend the rest of my life with, but it might take some time to find someone who measures up to you.

To my future husband, I'm sorry. You have some huge shoes to fill, and most of all, I hope you can cook.

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