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Freshman Year Me wanted to know why the bus planner told her to go north, south, and west when I just wanted to go east to
Freshman Year Me wanted to know why the girl's bathroom was ten million miles away and full of urinals.
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Freshman Year Me wanted to know wtf was going on.
See, there was a lot to deal with.
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I had a real boyfriend for the first time ever, and I had to ride the scary, confusing bus full of drunk people who followed me to and from my dorm just to see him.
Ever tried spooning someone on a dorm bed? They’re not built big enough for one person, and my boyfriend is roughly the size of a wookie.
There were also some big personal problems Freshman Year Me had to deal with.
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And then his dad died while he was out there, so I had to take my little brother and one of my sisters on an airplane to the funeral. Dad still wasn’t all the way better, and he actually didn’t remember us being there at all.
It was awkward and upsetting.
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But, on New Year’s Eve my best friend was raped, and I would’ve been there with her, but I was really stressed out and didn’t feel like going out to Apache Junction to hang out.
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which lead to my boyfriend singing me a weird song including the line, “you don’t have a baby inside of you.” This turned out to be true, but was more upsetting than not at the time.
Sure, school work wasn’t really challenging. But being an 18-year-old college student was lots of crazy shit all the time.
Instead of a delightful, easy first year of college, Freshman Year Me ended up getting all B's (and one A- in Italian) the first semester, which was sort of balanced out by all A's the second semester. But Freshman Year Me was sort of adjusting.
And it wasn’t all bad.
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Freshman Roommate Lisa was pretty awesome. We decorated our dorm door with free flavored condoms we collected around campus and some cheap, brightly colored ones from the boy’s bathroom, and created a character called Trogwhore the Safe Sexinator.
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Freshmen Year Me got to find out what chocolate flavored condoms taste like (as a result of blowing them up, not anything shiesty).
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Freshman Year Me also played dress up a lot and had Betsy in most of my classes, and got to meet Rachul. Plus, my best friend back home and family were there on the weekends. And, my boyfriend was really great about all the crying I did, and at cheering me up.
OMG that condom cartoon had me laughing super hard :) Cute.
ReplyDeleteCartoon condoms are usually a crowd pleaser
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