I can't decide whether which was the worst idea; spending over three grand for my dorm that accommodates a total of one and half people and a half sized refrigerator or giving in to the ever regretful ‘college experience’ halfway through the first week of school. “How reckless could the ‘college experience’ be on the first week of school?” one may wonder. Others may combine the idea of the ultimate college experience as good clean educational fun! However, those who experience it first hand know it is, by no means, a clean family fun environment- well depending on how you were raised.
So what differentiates college from a fun weekend back at home? Pro of college: there is no one telling you what to do. Con of college: there is no one telling you what to do. So what is to blame for this sudden irrational behavior? Round the clock temptation and round the clock opportunities to procrastinate. During those explorative high school years, Fridays were the best days of the week. Anxious to make up some excuse as to whose “friends house” you were going to that night and very hopeful your mom will believe it. College is different, there is no thrill of lying because everyone is juggling the same things you are. Every other girl is wearing the same crop top she dragged out of the bottom of her hamper from the last weeks white trash Wednesday. All the students are wearing their pjs with their head hungover at their 9AMs, just like you. What is to blame for this recurring situation?
Alcohol, also knows as a social lubricant, can even be determined as satan's medicine, or even classified by scientist as straight poison.Though the school year has only just begun I feel as though we’ve all learned to become very comfortable with the regular use of this addictive poison. College students mostly all minor in some type of illicit substance. They usually start off slow with the pre-rec class Intro to Never Ending Fun 101, then can progress all the way up to Alcoholism 225. It's a constant battle of deciding to make memories or deciding to miss out on potential memory making.
Whether you decided to tell your mother that you enjoyed your first night away from home a little too much, or even if you neglected to tell her that you couldn’t quite enjoy your first day of classes as much as she had expected. Either way we all have exposure to this continuous opportunity to get inexplicably obliterated. Of course it is not difficult to get bottles of liquor for you and your group 18/19 year old friends who, by some means, on Saturday nights suddenly become 23 year olds from the Carolinas, always the Carolinas.
