Freshman year, the main bar in my small college town looked so glamorous, all of us underage newbies could not wait to step foot in the doors. It seemed as though this place had a constant glow to it and that only the Elites could be there- and by Elites I mean the older, prettier girls that we were jealous of, and the older, cuter boys that were actually more like men than they were boys.
It was a dream to someday spend a Thursday night there, amongst all the other college students leaving their bar tabs open. I swear, the second it does become a reality, the excitement quickly fades. Now, do not get me wrong, I definitely enjoyed my fair share of time at this bar, but it was nothing like I assumed it would be. The floors were sticky, the bathrooms were dirty, the girls were catty, the boys were- just that, boys, and don’t get me started on how long it takes to actually get a drink.
Now, this is a lifestyle I could not partake in every day for the duration of my time left as an undergrad. When I say every day, I mean it literally because college students will find absolutely any excuse to drink all seven days of the week. It was fun and exciting while it lasted- even the times where you had 50 dollars to survive off of for the next week and a half but you still managed to get drunk and have just enough money to stop at Cook-Out on the way home. Eventually, the hangovers get tiresome and being broke sucks. FOMO doesn’t even exist anymore because you know what you’re missing out on and it is nothing special. Every night is the same as the one before.
When I do go out, this is probably how I look...
I think, after some time, we all get a little sick of the college party scene. I, now, am dreaming of having a real job, and best of all - the glamour of having my own apartment. The party days were good, actually, they were great but with age comes great responsibility and that responsibility is to graduate. My mornings drastically changed from waking up in my dorm room, head pounding and still in my clothes from last night, to waking up early, making coffee, and getting to class on time. My life is not going to end after college like most people think it does. It is going to get even better. Aspire to be something way more than just a girl or guy spending their Thursday night with a pitcher of beer or some nasty blue stuff mixed with blueberry Burnett’s.
Dream big! Don’t feel like crap because you’re missing out on yet another college kegger, because some day you’ll be sipping on an expensive martini in the real world, and let’s be real here- Sex and The City taught us that was the real dream.
