Completing A 'Perfect Week' In Oxford, OH

Completing A 'Perfect Week' In Oxford, OH: The Trials And Tribulations

Seven nights of going out in a row is a LOT harder than it sounds.


As a senior, I have created a senior year bucket list with my friends. One of the items on the list was to complete a perfect week. For those of you wondering, a perfect week (in our sense of the word) is when you go out seven consecutive nights. It's simple, right?

Don't worry, I thought so too. I've never been too much of a heavy drinker, but my friends and I felt as if this was a rite of passage for finishing college, so we embarked on this endeavor with three people who were going to do the "perfect week."

Note: We had designated drivers for each night because drinking and driving is incredibly stupid, so don't be stupid and ruin people's lives by driving drunk/buzzed.

Day 1 - January 27th

Day 1, SidebarMaria Hornsby

We started off pretty strong — it was the first day we got back to campus, and it was the beginning of the birthday week for myself and one of my best friends, as well as syllabus week. We started the week by going to Sidebar here in Oxford, had a beer, rang in my friend's 22nd birthday, and then went home and fell swiftly asleep.

Day 2 - January 28th

Day 2, Brick StreetMaria Hornsby

Our last semester of undergrad was underway! My friends had classes while I actually had the day off to work on different things. As that night would be the change between my friend's birthday and my own, this was probably the wildest night that we had. We went to Brick Street, and I rang in my 22nd birthday standing outside of Brick waiting to get in while it was absolutely freezing outside. It wasn't the negative 30s that we would encounter later in the week, but it was still really freaking cold. After drinks, dancing and playing hide-and-go-seek in Brick, we went home (again use a DD or rideshare!!!) and fell asleep.

Day 3 - January 29th

Day 3, MIAMaria Hornsby

If I could mark a beginning to the end, it would take place here. All of us woke up hungover, and it was technically my first day of school. I made it to all my classes and enjoyed them, but I truly was not wanting to keep on going with this whole perfect week thing. The temperatures dropped that night to the negatives, so getting up the courage to leave the house when my own dog didn't even want to go outside to pee was hard. But we made our trek through the snow flurries and negative-degree weather to MIA, where we celebrated "Tini Tuesday" with exactly one yummy martini each before going to Kroger, picking up snacks and ice cream and snuggling in our warm apartments.

Day 4 - January 30th

Day 4, Top DeckMaria Hornsby

Wednesday, or as we called it, "getting over the hump day." We were well rested and classes were canceled that day because it was -30 degrees with windchill. In Ohio, that just meant that we would have to put our hoods up and gloves on. After a slight moment of pause before we initially went outside, we braved the cold and went to Trivia at Top Deck. With a beer to warm us up, we answered trivia questions (remarkably well this time around too) and still got home before midnight.

Day 5 - January 31st

Day 5, O PubNicole Lohmueller

Even with -30-degree windchill, we did not really stutter in our efforts towards a perfect week. But by Day 5, emotions were wearing thin. We were tired, stressed out from school starting again and just cold literally all the time. One of my friends cried out, "Ted Bundy must have become a serial killer because someone made him do a perfect week," at the prospect of going out yet again. We contemplated how we could get in and get out of the bars as quickly as possible with it still being able to count. Excuses were coming out as to why we needed to stop. We searched google to find someone who wrote about their struggles with a perfect week and how they got through it. Wearily, we rose from our warm, snuggly beds and went to O Pub. Honestly, we had a great time there, which made continuing on with the perfect week even better. So if you are looking for inspiration to keep going: do it because it might just be your favorite night of the week. Laughing over drinks, we actually finished Day 5.

Day 6 - February 1st

We had finally made it to Friday. The first week of classes was over, and it was the weekend again. The week at this point seemed impossibly wrong, confusing days with each other because we just needed more sleep. Day 6 came with thoughts of just faking that we went out, or using my boyfriend as an excuse for not finishing the perfect week. It was hard, but we went to Corner Bar, had a beer and went home to have a good night's sleep. It was such a quick night that we even forgot to take a picture, but our credit card statements will show you we went out!

Day 7 - February 2nd

Day 7, SidebarNicole Lohmueller

We made it. The final day of the perfect week. It was so close but so far away. I could see the finish line, but getting out of my house again was not something that I wanted to do. It was cold outside and so warm in my apartment with my pets. Why would I want to leave this?? Finishing with 6/7 would be admirable and would be just fine in my opinion. But my best friend wouldn't let me finish with just six out of the seven days completed. We had to finish, and we had to finish strong.

And that we did. Gathering our whole group of friends, we made our way out to Sidebar and Brick Street to dance like we were freshmen again and have the time of our lives. Ending the night with Bagel & Deli, I felt accomplished and very loved by those around me.

It was trying, and I do have to admit there is a video of me on the verge of tears because it was so freaking cold outside and I did not want to leave the warm apartment, but hopefully, that video won't surface.

All in all, I had an absolute blast. I put myself out of my comfort zone and just had fun, which I had realized I hadn't really let myself do in a while. So cheers to my friends who went out with me that week and thanks for not letting me stay home!

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To The Girl Who Hasn't Been Herself Lately

Your spark return, and you will shine like you were meant to.

Life gets tough. Life gets too much to handle sometimes, and those times make you stronger. However, right now, it seems like you have lost yourself.

It’s difficult when you catch yourself not being you. When you do something or act a certain way and just wonder, “what did I do to deserve this? Why is this happening? When will it get better?” The way you’re feeling is not so much that you’re unhappy, you just feel weird.

Your day will come. I promise you. This is just a phase.

The day you realize how much you have grown from this point in time will be your reward. It is so hard to see now, and I feel your pain.

Your light will return to you. Your pure bliss moments, they are seeking you. Your laughter where your tummy aches is in your reach.

Our moods change far too often for us as humans to understand why, but the encounters you make every day have this effect on us.

You must remember the pure happiness you experienced before your first heartbreak, before the first friend became someone you thought they weren’t, before you lost your innocence. That was a time of true joy as you had not a care in the world for the things that would harm you. Better yet, you didn’t have the option to experience them because you were just a child.

The world can be an ugly place, and your attitude towards life can change every day. One thing is for certain: you did not lose who you are internally. We all put on a face for the world. For the people who we try to impress. For the life we want to live. For the things we want to achieve.

Your definitive personality is still in the works. Believe it or not, it always will be. Times like this change us for the better even though we can’t see it.

Your happiness will return. You will be a better, stronger version of you. In fact, you will be the best version of you yet.

Once this phase is over, you will be okay. This I promise you.

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What If I Told You Jelly Wrestling Was The New Date Party

Why a pool of jelly should be on every college students bucket-list.


Right now, my house looks like something out of a Dr. Seuss novel. Our garden is bright pink, squishy and arguably smells and tastes pretty damn good. This may be because we've dumped 300L of premium non-toxic wrestling jelly around our entire house. Don't judge! The thought of carrying a swimming pool full of jelly to the dumpster at the end of the street is quite disheartening on a Sunday morning.

Why did we have 300L of jelly in a pool in our living room? I'm still asking myself the same question.

In a joint effort to make the most of our dwindling weeks in Alabama, our house decided to host the event of the year. We wanted to baffle the local Alabamians and make them wonder just how strange international students are - spoiler alert: we succeeded. After taking inspiration from our exchange predecessors (a group of rowdy boys who originally coined the idea in their last semester of exchange at Alabama), we decided to host a jelly-wrestling event. It was relatively unheard of, would provide hilarious entertainment for our guests, and most importantly, go down in history with this batch of internationals.

We ordered the jelly, filled the blow-up pool, and orchestrated a guest list through a process of inviting anyone we knew/met in the week leading up to it. We were so obsessed with getting multitudes of people at this party that I totally forgot I would need to lather myself in jelly and fight in front of all of them.

As the weekend approached, my nerves built. I hesitantly watched the jelly set throughout the day. We planned our outfits, our walk-on songs and the presentation of player profiles (so much effort went into this event). As it got closer, I became more and more doubtful in my ability to willingly make a fool of myself in the jelly.

I have always prided myself in my confidence. I try to never be fake and preach the need to disregard what others think of me. However, when your living room fills with eager college students (90% of whom are strangers) chanting to see the entertainment they were brazenly promised, it's fair enough to have a moment of self-consciousness.

My fellow party host — also the most courageous, carefree and funny person I know — approached me in-between mingling with guests. "We need to wrestle," she said. "The crowd is at its peak, and they're all waiting." She was right. I could feel their hunger for our humiliation in the air. We were the zoo animals, and they had come to see us.

I shook my head. There was no way I could live up to the expectations of this untamed crowd — I was in way over my head. I fumbled with excuses, "someone else should go first! I'm not even dressed and I" — she stopped me. Handing me a drink, she pleaded once more with her eyes. It was time.

I skulled the drink, changed into my warrior outfit and wrestling robe and took to the stage. Cheers erupted from the crowd, not for me personally, but for the prospect of entertainment at our expense.

I tried not to look anyone in the eyes — maybe I could avoid being identified as that girl who rolled around in jelly in future scenarios if I didn't let anyone see my face. My internal monologue began, a welcomed distraction to the voracious onlookers. I reminded myself that I wanted to do this. Wrestling in jelly is such a fun concept, and I had been excited for the entire week. I'd never get to participate in something this strange and hilarious again, so why was I so scared?

I looked over at my fellow host. She was laughing along with the crowd and seemed to be enjoying every moment of it. As I sat across from her in that $40 Target blow-up pool, watching her giggle at how silly we were, I felt ultimate respect towards her. It takes a certain (fabulous) kind of person to forego any and all embarrassment and find humor in their own bizarre actions. She didn't take herself seriously at all. She knew this was crazy, and yet she was totally unashamed. The crowd respected her for putting herself out there. I know I'll always think back to that moment and remember how much I valued her for attaining that quality.

So many eyes were on us, and for the first time all night, there was silence. Our referee and jelly life-guard counted us in. Three… two… one… GO!

I don't even remember the match. All I remember is rolling around in a big bowl of jelly with another girl while the crowd yelled and screamed in disbelief that this was actually happening. Most of my concentration went into trying to not wet myself while hysterically laughing.

Those three rounds of jelly-wrestling were some of the most fun I have ever had. We sparked an entire night of matches, bringing strangers together to dive into the slime. I walked around with pride. All inhibitions were released. It might have just been the drink I skulled prior to the match, but I remember feeling absolutely invincible like nothing could embarrass me. I knew I would never let the fear of what others might say about me stop me from having fun. I could put myself out there in front of a total crowd of strangers, and if they didn't like it then it wouldn't be my problem.

For those who have never dabbled with jelly-wrestling, I highly recommend. It's a fantastic way to build confidence, make new friends, and create a lasting impression of how strange international students are. We can now confidently say we've left our mark in Alabama... Literally — our living room floor is stained red.

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