college kid
My ramen has the slightest hint of dishwasher soap flavoring.
My ramen has the slightest hint of dishwasher soap flavoring.
I gave the high school freshman my phone number so he could brag to his friends and because it reaffirmed that I want to be a journalist when I grow up
I stood in the cereal aisle for ten minutes trying to pick the Marshmallow Mateys bag with the highest marshmallow-to-anchor ratio.
My best friend looked at me and said, "My mouth tastes like Spring Break."
I unfriended them all from my Facebook page because I didn't want them to share my joys or enjoy my sorrow.
No one ever told me that college life would include having a stranger pee on my dorm room floor.
It's funny how quickly your plans change from "changing the world and chasing your dreams" to "getting really fucking drunk."
Not being quite attuned to college life, I reflexively put my old home address while ordering a porn DVD.
The first thing they said at orientation was "don't date your students" and 6 weeks into the semester I'm doing just that.
In order to desensitize my roommate to various things involved in childbirth I hid sticky notes around the room with the words like "placenta" on them.
I tried to ignore the fact that I was alone in my dorm on a Saturday night and focused my energy into color-coding the rest of my shoes.
It was when my freshman year roommate asked where my summer house was that I realized I'd never fit in at college.
In Physics of Music class, I learned that a wave is defined as "a traveling disturbance" and I thought of my ex-boyfriend.
I opened my dorm room door to a frantic guy who said, "There's a naked body on 4th floor and I'm not even kidding."
I imagine the people at Harvard gave my application the same look Mary received from the Israelites when she told them her new son, Jesus, was immaculately conceived.
I knew I was going to fail the class when the professor pulled me aside and asked, "Do you have a learning disability I should know about?"
I suddenly came out of the blackout when the ER doctor informed me that my tendon was no longer attached to my middle finger.
It's not until you live in a dorm room that shares a wall with a stairwell that you realize people are horrible at carrying things up and down steps.
I went to college to dodge this war, and now I'm going to war to pay for college.
Whenever my campus tour groups ask about the library facilities, I am tempted to explain to them how exactly I know that the private study rooms are soundproof.
Getting a wowie from my Studio Lighting teacher makes that F in English fizzle away.
We felt bad laughing about the legally blind Bosnian passed out drunk in a pool of his own vomit on the tile near the toilet, but it sure did make one hell of a story.
econ 4405: Because no matter how hard I try to convince myself that I can pass the exam, I can't learn it all in less than nine hours.
I hadn't understood just how much I hated my roommate until I laughed while watching her walk into a glass door and break her nose.
I don't want to go to a school that has to advertise on television.
And that, my friends, is how I ended up getting my first kiss (from a complete stranger, to boot) at Rocky Horror Picture Show night.
You know it's time to do dishes when you find yourself eating a TV dinner with a butter knife.
Yesterday I had to explain to my roommates, who don't drink, why Jeff's car was in the backyard.
"Leave the pizza on the futon and I'll eat it for breakfast" would be the most collegiate sentence ever uttered, if only I had worked in the word "toga."
The mail arrives promptly at 10:15 every morning except on those that I expect a college decision letter.
The night I realized I was jealous of a twelve-year-old was the night I decided I needed to leave for college more than ever.
I told him I have no problem with him seeing me naked, but a bathing suit is a different story.
With all the tags for "college" I finally feel connected to my age group.
Sleep deprivation writes some of the best college papers.
Spending New Year's Eve alone at my parent's house during my last winter break won't doom me to a lonely, sexless 2008, will it?
The day I realized that I had only scheduled three hours for sleep was the day I realized that I was too busy.
I'm eating Ellio's pizza with a spoon right now because my roommates don't know how to wash dishes.
An intoxicated man pointed to a car's license plate and said to me "This chinaman is from Iwo Jima" and when I looked at the license plate it said "IOWA."
I was hoping that I would be disappointed by the booty call so that I'd stop liking you so much.
My love for him deepened significantly when he offered to cosign my student loans.
Everytime I hang up something from home in my dorm room, I get more homesick.
It's hard for me to concentrate in my lectures because I get distracted by imagining what it'd be like to make out with random people in my class.
When I realized that my three taxonomy courses all had tests in the same week, I wanted to jump off a building.
Lately my clothes have felt incredibly stifling and the first thing I do when I get back from class is rip them off.
I've been counting down to my 18th birthday on a calendar with the heading "# of days of childhood left", but I'm too busy with college to build a fort or play freeze-tag.
Cleaning your sneakers while sitting in front of a small oscillating fan in a dorm room is probably not what they intended by "use in a well-ventilated area."
After waking up next to my ex-boyfriend with someone else's name emblazoned on my hand in permanent marker, I realized I should lay off the 99 bananas.
Upon entering practice room 158 this morning to find a large penis scratched into the wood of the piano, I realized once again that college boys never do grow up.
I've been living with my college roommate for two days now, and we haven't spoken more than three words to each other.
You should have seen the looks on their faces when I, the girl who abhors underage drinking, announced that one of my goals in life is to try Canadian beer.
Tomorrow we will drive our son to college, get him set up in his dorm room, marvel at what a great school he will be attending, help him settle in, hug and kiss him goodbye and then cry the entire way home, the backseat entirely too empty.
Somehow, I landed one of the coveted single rooms on campus, but it's only made me more nervous about being isolated and antisocial 1500 miles from home.
My father is selling my home to move in with his new wife as I leave everything I've ever known behind.
I don't know if school's for me, but I know working isn't.
So I told her "When you go to college try to send me a letter."
I was the smartest person on my floor of my dorm, and probably the richest too, but I was also the only one to flunk out.
Five years and a college degree later, I've discovered that a "risk" is essentially defined by the possibility of failure.
As my boyfriend sleeps in my dorm bed next to me, I can't help but hope that one day we can share something bigger than a twin size.
My freshmen year of college isn't even over yet and I'm already wishing I could start it over again.
I was right: there was no specific rule against rappelling out the fourth story dorm window.
I got into the all of the colleges that I had applied for, but now I have to figure out which one I actually want to go to.
Having everyone on the floor of his dormitory know exactly what we're doing for the next few hours is worth avoiding any more awkward intrusions.
During my final exam, I plan to ask my girlfriend/professor to marry me.
As I watched the final seconds, all I could think was how much it must suck to be a Duke fan right now.
It wasn't until two days later that I realized I had not answered the question posed by the essay portion of the final exam.
I had been drifting through a haze of various drugs and forgettable experiences, until one day I woke up and couldn't remember who I was before college.
It's not the fact that i was written up for 'underage alcohol consumption' that bothers me, it's the fact that for once, I hadn't had any at all.
I moved away to college thinking that I wouldn't miss my family, but I really wish I could see them right now.
The car was packed and loaded, and with tears in my eyes I hugged my son and said goodbye.
In the weeks of my stardom in Nigeria as a 5'2 white female "didn't make the cut in high school" basketball player I regained my confidence.
I don't really want to be an engineer but I REALLY don't want to be a failure to my parents.
I should be sleeping, but I keep thinkig about all of the things I need to do, should have done, and about how I don't want to screw everything up.
The only professor I could find who was able to get accounting concepts through my thick skull died three weeks into the semester.
I made a list and crossed out all the subjects that I knew right away I didn't want to major in, and in the end all that was left was Neuroscience, so I went with that.
It sounded like a good idea at the time, but as soon as the sulfuric scent filled the hallway, we began second-guessing our impulsive decision to make deviled eggs in a college dorm.
College Jeopardy! auditions are much harder than the game you watch on television, especially if one is nursing one's first real collegiate hangover.
I jumped off a moving train in Switzerland while traveling with some college friends.
In college, I was in a morning class with 500 other students in a lecture hall, only to fall asleep and wake up about 5 hours later in the middle of another class.