College Diaries- Part 1

For most of you who have known me for awhile, you would remember how I used to blog. I would blog about my typical, but never normal days, my family, silly high school problems, and just random things. But, this time is a little different. I'm calling these The College Diaries, and it's intended for a mature audience. Well, not that mature, because honestly, have you met me?

So far college has been all the adjectives that you can possibly think of; crazy, demanding, emotional, scary, confusing, presureful (which isn't even a word, but just humor me,) embarrassing, hard, jagged, and, overall, a wild experience. I've dealt with things I've never been introduced too, educated on things I've never heard or seen before, and put up with things and people that I never would imagine I would in a million years.

College is all trial and error. You trust in people, and then get your heart broken. You bounce from friend group to friend group, trying to find where you belong, just hoping that one of those groups will be those friends-that-you've-known-since-college-and-now-your-forty-something-sitting-at-a-tastefully-simple-party-telling-your-daughter-and-her-friends-about. Well, at least that's the life goal for me. But in all seriousness, it's incredibly difficult. You have no idea who these people are. Some are as young as 16 and some are as old as 25. They could have criminal records, or children, or worse...Ebola. It's hard to trust people, but, when you finally do find that tastefully-simple-group-of-friends, you have to hold onto them.

With my first semester almost under my belt, I've learned that I am who I am, and I'm not going to change for anyone. It's taken me a very, very, veeeeerrrry long time to come to terms with this, but I finally have. I've been called names, and abandoned by people, and picked on for who I am for the choices I make for myself. But, honestly, I don't care. Well, I mean I care, but I don't care what other people have to think. I'm sorry I don't drink, and I'm sorry I've never partied. I'm sick of hearing "It's already the end of the first semester, and you haven't gotten drunk once?!?" I'm sorry I don't enjoy drunk people. I enjoy remembering the good times, and not waking up in a puddle of my own vomit. So, no matter how much you try to "sell" this to me, none of that sounds appealing. Sorry.

Second, I'm a virgin and I'm proud. They should make t-shirts with that on it, but, from what I've heard here at school, that company would have $10 to their name-providing the shirts are $10 and I were to buy one. Something I don't understand is when people ask me and I...well first off-why the hell are you asking me?! This is very personal question. When people ask me, and I tell them my answer, they immediately, and I mean IMMEDIATELY go "Awwwww, that's so cute." Or, they use it against me, as if I am different than everyone else. Or my personal favorite..."Your such a baby." Yeah, your right, I am a baby, and SO ARE YOU! I'm a baby who is still learning how to manage the real world. Why would I complicate it with all that?

Like seriously people, were suppose to be so-called "adults". And I feel like I need to use that term very loosely. Yeah, we're away from mommy and daddy, and you can run free, but don't do it naked. Seriously though, people do that, and it's weird. Very. Very. Weird. But, were suppose to be finding out our responsibilities, and who we are as a person, not our tolerance level. I'm sorry if that offends you because you frolic naked. Don't take it personally, your not the only one who enjoys it. So, you do you. And, I'll do me.

This is just a stupid rant from a girl who is crazy conflicted with the thoughts of loving or hating college life. I'm constantly confused, and can never pinpoint my feelings because they are constantly moving. Stay tune for more college diaries.