I’ve officially done this college thing for three weeks now, and I can say relatively confidently that I think I’ve done a pretty darn good job so far. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve had my share of misadventures. Catching a bus (a rather complicated endeavor for a girl who’s grown up next to cows her entire life) to the strip district by myself, only to find out the establishment I intended on visiting was closed, for instance. Or that time I brought way too many articles of clothing into my tiny, shared space (I have two other roommates. God bless their souls for accepting me on that first day that was full of clothing. Lots and lots of clothing. We’re talking endless clothes). Or that other time that I decided that going to bed at 4am consistently and sleeping until noon would make me feel normal. Or that consuming strictly espresso and French fries would also make me feel normal. Also why do I eat turkey burgers now? Why is that a thing? Who even invented those? Whoever you are, you are bad at creating things, and probably should be fired.
Aside from all of that, college has been a jovial old time. I’m doing homework that I enjoy. The fact that I just typed that sentence with my actual fingers is nothing short of terrifying. Pre-Point Park, if you were to tell me that I would ever enjoy doing homework in the future, I would have laughed so hard that legitimate tears would have poured out of my eye sockets…. a Euphrates of laughter-induced tears. That would have been me. In fact, I think that's actually happened before. High school kind of ruined me. ANYWAYS.
I’m friends with all these people…who are similar to me…yet different...in the best ways possible. Something I anticipated about college that I found is true is that you are only friends with the people you want to be friends with. There are no situational friends like in high school, when everyone’s kind of forced to know each other because they’re stuck in the same relative area as you. Does anyone really want to hate the person that’s always in line in front of you in the always poorly lit/endlessly gross cafeteria? Do you want to be frenemies with the person that shares the locker next to you with the death threats carved in the front? No, man! You want to try to make your day as non-miserable as possible, to even out the rest of the stuff that blows. No one wants that. Well, maybe some people do. That’s a post for another day. Instead, in college, you only make the friends you want to. Sure, those friendships have the potential to come about in unconventional ways, and yes, you do have things like roommates and coworkers you see regularly, but there’s just this thing that prevents people from making unnecessary friends. I think it’s because a lot of us don’t care. (I blame high school. I will always blame high school.) Stay tuned -- more on unconventional friendships later.