I remember right before I started college thinking how great it was going to be being done with all of that dumb and pointless high school drama. I couldn't wait to be around people that were more mature and grown up. I don't think if I've ever been more wrong about anything in my life.

Granted, I wasn't wrong about there being no more stupid high school drama, but I had never even considered the fact that college drama could be even worse. It may be due to living in such close proximity to so many people. At least in my freshman dorm, we all knew who was in whose room and who was dating whom and essentially anything else that there could possibly be to know. Everyone knew it all. The second half of the year got relatively brutal as far as completely unnecessary drama goes (although is there any kind that is actually necessary? Besides the kind performed on a stage, that is). I tried to distance myself from it all as much as possible, but given the fact that I lived in the one dorm most known for freshman drama on campus, that task was nearly impossible.

Starting my second year off, I was definitely glad to be starting over in a new building, hopefully one with less gossiping. This year I've dealt with an almost completely different type of situation. I've learned just how much people talk. I do know, however, that it's nearly impossible to go through life without venting at least once a week. The thing about venting is choosing the right person for your audience. Honestly, if you find them worthy of hearing your venting and not telling the world about it, then I'm sure you know better than anyone.

The problem comes later when that person perhaps completely unknowingly lets on that you were really mad about something. Then the person, perhaps even the one whom the original venting was about, thinks that you are mad at them now. Basically what I'm saying is that it all turns into a giant game of telephone. It turns into girls hearing from other girls about how a certain guy likes them and then she asks if he wants anything serious with her when she should be the one asking him that question.

We are, after all, adults. Or at least we claim to be. I find myself getting caught in traps like this, but I'm trying so hard to get away from it. As a person who absolutely hates confrontation, it's a struggle for me. My true motivation in getting past that is simply remembering all of the drama that I have dealt with firsthand because of people trying to play telephone all the time.