pre-college slump

Dear readers,

I thought I would enjoy being one of the last to leave for college.  During my high school years, I always hated saying goodbye to the summer and entering school again… But I am so ready to leave that it’s not even close to funny.  I’m excited for it all: the independence, the dorm life, the new friends, the parties, and — yes — even the classes.

It’s not just that I’m ready to be at college; I’m ready to not be at home.  For starters, I only have about three good friends left and have had to endure more goodbyes than I care to remember (I’m really not good at holding back the water works).  With everyone gone, I’ve spent my days at work.  Not that I’m complaining; I know I will definitely appreciate the extra pocket money when I finally get to school, but when everyone else’s Instagram posts are of decorated dorm rooms, new friends, and Welcome Week events, it’s a little sad to look up from your phone and realize you’re still at home… by yourself… in an office room.  As if that wasn’t enough, the weather is miserable.  I always made fun of my friends who boasted that their schools get out in May by retorting that I got to enjoy the warmest weeks of the summer.  Well… now they have the last laugh because temperatures have reached over 100 degrees, and all I want to do is leave for college so I can put on a sweater in mid September like the rest of America.

Although the countdown on my laptop says I only have a week left, I feel as though it senses my excitement and is slowing down just to spite me.  If anyone has any tips for staying sane during the last week, I would love you like a fat kid loves cake.

Sincerely yours,

College Girl

sweet [and soft] dreams

Dear readers,

Today is a joyous occasion!  After tearing open the final package today, I have officially obtained all the different components of my bedding set.  Of course, I ran upstairs, tore off my own sheets, and replaced them with my dorm bedding so I could see how it would all come together.  And the final verdict is… I love it!  I absolutely could not contain my excitement, so I decided to blog about it.

I can't say enough about how much I love this duvet cover.  The black makes it chic and modern, while the ruche adds just the right touch of feminine.  (Ruched Duvet Cover + Sham, Pottery Barn Teen)

I can’t say enough about how much I love this duvet cover. The black makes it chic and modern, while the ruche adds just the right touch of feminine. (Ruched Duvet Cover + Sham in Black, Pottery Barn Teen)

I don't care that it's "machine wash only."  This chenille throw is literally the softest thing in the entire world, and I can't wait to snuggle up in it with a cup of hot chocolate during the colder months.  (Chenille Throw in Shaded Spruce, Pier One Imports)

I don’t care that it’s “machine wash only.” This chenille throw is literally the softest thing in the entire world, and I can’t wait to snuggle up in it with a cup of hot chocolate during the colder months. (Chenille Throw in Shaded Spruce, Pier One Imports)

This was the only picture I could find of my decorative pillow that portrayed the color accurately.  I bought the big, teal, ruffly one in the front.  What can I say?  I'm a bit of a prima donna.  (Flounce Pillow in Teal, Pier One Imports)

This was the only picture I could find of my decorative pillow that portrayed the color accurately. I bought the big, teal, ruffly one in the front. Maybe it’s a little extravagant, but what can I say? I’m a bit of a prima donna. (Flounce Pillow in Teal, Pier One Imports)

With the solid black duvet and solid-colored throw and pillow, I wanted to do a bold pattern for my sheet set.  How much bolder than black and white stripes can you get?  (Cottage Stripe Sheet Set, Pottery Barn Teen)

With the solid black duvet and solid-colored throw and pillow, I wanted to do a bold pattern for my sheet set. How much bolder than black and white stripes can you get? (Cottage Stripe Sheet Set, Pottery Barn Teen)

I knew I needed to buy two sets of sheets in case something happened to one of them (a stain, tear, etc.).  But I ended up torn between the striped sheets and the polka dots, so I got one of each.  It's the best of both worlds!  (Reverse Dottie Sheet Set, Pottery Barn Teen)

I knew I needed to buy two sets of sheets in case something happened to one of them (a stain, tear, etc.). But I ended up torn between the striped sheets and the polka dots, so I got one of each. It’s the best of both worlds! (Reverse Dottie Sheet Set, Pottery Barn Teen)

In other exciting news, I officially have less than a month before I’m shipped off to college land.  Part of me wishes the clock would tick a little faster; I can’t wait to dive into these new sheets!

Sincerely yours,

College Girl

a sobering reality

Dear readers,

A few days ago, I attended a little soiree, got a little too drunk, and was reminded of a sobering fact the next morning (pun intended): I have been living in such protection at home in the company of my close friends, and I can’t expect the same level of protection in college.

Before you start thinking I’m trashy, I didn’t actually have that much to drink.  I had around 3-4 shots, but I made the naive mistake of taking medication halfway through the night because I felt a migraine coming on.  (I have chronic migraines, FYI.)  My friend noticed I wasn’t looking too great, so he sat me down on a couch next to him, and I passed out.  I woke up the next morning feeling fine, until I looked around and realized I was in a bed and had no idea how I got there.

Don’t worry, I didn’t get raped.  In fact, quite the contrary.  My friends had taken such good care of me that there was a trash can next to my bed, along with a water bottle and all my belongings set on the night stand.  I had even been changed into my pajamas.  But how did I get to the bedroom?  I asked around and was able to piece together the events that transpired after I blacked.

After I passed out on the couch next to my friend, he wanted to sit there for a while to make sure I was still breathing.  As a joke, one of my friends walked over and thought I was feigning sleep, so she took my face in her hands and shouted “I’M GOING TO HAVE SEX WITH YOU, BUT I NEED CONSENT!”  When I didn’t respond, she laughed but then left me alone.  After a while, my friend determined I was going to be okay, so he carried me upstairs and put me in one of the bedrooms to sleep.  Later on that night, one of my best friends showed up to the party and came upstairs to put her things in the bedroom.  When she saw me on the bed, she jumped in and apparently I woke up.  I was ecstatic to see her, so we curled up together under the sheets while we told each other how much we were going to miss each other in college the next year. She grew restless laying there and I was drifting off, so she went back downstairs and I went to sleep.   Later on that night, she came upstairs with the sweats I had brought to change into and helped me half-consciously get into them.  Soon after, another friend came upstairs with the water bottle, my belongings, and the trash can.

So, nothing happened.  But the thought of what could have happened is unsettling indeed.  I don’t remember my friend asking for my consent to have sex.  I don’t remember being carried upstairs and put in a bed.  I don’t remember laying in bed with my friend.  I don’t remember someone taking my clothes off.

For many, drinking and partying is part of the college experience.  I anticipate that it will become a part of mine, as well.  But because I can’t trust my collegiate acquaintances to look out for my best interest like my current friends, I have established parameters for drinking and partying so I can enjoy myself responsibly.  I’m sure the term “responsible” means something different to a lot of people, and who are we to judge each other for our decisions?  I can’t tell anyone what they should or shouldn’t do, but I can share my thoughts and hope it makes a difference.

Sincerely yours,

College Girl

fearing the goodbye

Dear readers,

All of a sudden, my Instagram feed is full of old pictures of my friends posted by everyone else with tear-jerking captions about a best friend leaving to go to college halfway across the country, “but we’ll always be just a phone call away.”  This has been going on for about a week, and as one of the last of my friends to leave for college I know I’m going to have to endure it for quite a while more.

I find myself in a perplexing state of melancholy.

I delight in receiving emails from my Peer Advisers and texts from my future roommate.  Every time I log on to my Facebook and click to the Class of 2017 page, I love seeing that new classmates had posted something about themselves.  I’m counting down the days until my bedding arrives in the mail.  Every email, text, Facebook post, package is another step toward college…but every step toward college is another step away from my friends.  My family.  My home.

What will happen when you’re suddenly separated by state borders instead of street signs?  When you have a bad day and you can’t call your best friend and tell her to come over and hug you and tell you everything is going to be okay?  What’s going to happen to all the promises?  The “inseparable” bonds, the “I’ll call you every day”s?  Maybe it’s the cynic in me speaking, but are those just empty words?

With all the guides and tutorials out there, I know all about how to survive freshman orientation, frat parties, sorority rush, an evil professor, a bad roommate, or even Netflix addictions.  But no one taught me how to survive this.

Sincerely yours,

College Girl

bedding rants and rules

Dear readers,

For reasons unknown, the deity in charge of dorm room regulations was feeling spiteful one day and decided to unleash his or her (I’m staying gender neutral here) bitterness upon poor, unsuspecting college students in the form of… Twin XL.

Seriously though… seriously?  As far as I know, college dorm rooms are the only reason Twin XL exists, and college students represent a minority population, which is reflected in the fact that very few stores actually sell a decent number of options in this elusive size.  I would like to flip an emphatic middle finger to the dolt who decided that Twin XL was a good idea.  Because it’s not.

All bitterness aside, I have spent the last few weeks scouring catalogs, shopping malls, and online stores in my seemingly endless search for the perfect dorm room bedding, and I’ve learned a few things in the process:

1.  The only thing that actually needs to be Twin XL is your sheet set.  I learned this from the nice lady at Pottery Barn Teen.

2.  If you walk into an interior design store looking for bedding, the first thing you should do is go straight to the front desk and ask if they sell Twin-size bedding.  A lot of stores I walked into sold only Kings and Queens, so I wasted a lot of time and fell in love with quite a few items, only to discover they weren’t made in Twin/Twin XL.

3.  Buying a decorative pillow and assuming that you’ll find a throw in a matching color later is a bad idea.  Especially if that color is a saturated teal, which apparently is a rare find during the summer months.

Another thing to consider is that whatever you buy now will most likely be your bedding for the next four years.  While you may be certain now that your future includes being Mrs. Harry Styles, a 1D-themed bedding ensemble might not seem like such a good idea three years down the road.  The best way to ensure minimal regrets is to pick a color scheme and design that’s simple and sophisticated.  But hey, if you’re feeling saucy don’t let me hold you and your design aspirations back.

Sincerely yours,

College Girl

 

dream vs. reality: dorm room edition

Dear readers,

Yesterday was a momentous day; I finally received the email confirming that the tiny cube I signed up to live in for nine months is officially mine.  Yes, I am talking about my dorm room.

I had built up to this day for months.  It all began when I met my roommate over the “Class of 2017” Facebook page (which is the topic for another post, but boy do I have a lot to say on that subject!).  We immediately began discussing how we were going to make our room the social mecca of our dorm building, and how we were obviously going to be assigned to the coolest dorm on campus –– the large, all-freshman dorm situated conveniently in the fraternity quads.  We started by picking out a color scheme and found ourselves getting into the nitty gritty to the point where we had pre-arranged all the furniture that came with the room… 4 months in advance.  Yeah, we were a little crazy.  But hey, when your college is 4 months and half a country away, you jump on the first chance you get to live out some tangible part of the collegiate dream.

…And then dorm-room-assignment day came, reared its ugly head, and brought reality crashing down around my ears.  Not only did we not get our first choice dorm, but we did not get assigned to our second choice… or third choice… or fourth choice… or fifth choice… you get the picture.  We were assigned to the dorm second to last on our preference list.  To say I was infuriated would be an understatement.

Allow me to justify my initial hatred.  The building itself is known on campus as the shittiest of shitty dorms, and for good reason.  It’s on the opposite side of campus as the frat quads.  As if small dorm rooms were not enough of a problem, the “genius” who designed this building thought it would be a good idea to throw in two un-loftable beds with ridiculously large frames and take up whatever room was left with two ogre-sized desks, all in a putrid shade of puke orange-finished faux wood.  The one meagre lounge in the building is supposed to function as both a social gathering place and study room… don’t know what idiot failed to think that one through.  The furniture and general decor looks straight out of the ’80s.  None of the rooms are equipped with air conditioning or heat.  I’ll have to go to another building to eat because there isn’t a dining hall in mine.  There isn’t any overhead lighting in the entire building.  There’s no elevator.  The list goes on and on.

However, after the initial shock wore off, I was able to view the situation with a more level head.  People have had worse problems than getting assigned to a shitty dorm.  And for all its faults it’s now my shitty dorm, which gives me a perverse sense of pride.

Being the stubborn girls that we are, my roommate and I have decided that this building will not get the better of us.  We’re still sticking to our color scheme, and although the bean bag chairs we had planned to put under the lofted beds in our dream dorm won’t exactly work now, we’ve found an artsy lamp and cute rug to cozy up our new space.  Plus, we can bond instantly with everyone else in the building over the fact that none of us want to be there, and I’ll take friends over a fancy lounge space any day.

So if you find yourself stuck in a lousy dorm like me, just remember this: it’s not the end of the world.  You can still find ways to make your space aesthetically pleasing, and in the long run the cool lounges don’t even count for much.  Because let’s be honest here… if you were planning on spending the majority of your time holed up in your dorm, your freshman year wasn’t going to be that awesome anyway.

Sincerely yours,

College Girl

bonjour, blog

Dear readers,

It feels funny to be opening this post like that, seeing as this is my first post and I most likely will not have a following for a while (if ever).  Still, I like the letter format because I think it makes everything more personal –– the whole point of this blog –– and inconsistency gives me OCD, so I’m just going to go with it.  But I digress.

I myself am about ready to start my freshman year of college, and I couldn’t be more excited, nervous, fearful, happy, relieved, surprised, and basically every other emotion I’m capable of feeling.  In order to make sense of it all, I decided that I wanted to invest in a diary.  But upon further reflection, I decided that I wanted a blog instead of a diary for two reasons.

Reason one: a personal diary practically has “READ MY SECRETS IF YOU FIND THIS” written all over it, so naturally a diary owner never shares this diary or what he or she has written in it with anyone else.  In doing so, he or she keeps all emotions bottled up and never has the opportunity to get feedback from objective, outside sources.  On the other hand, an anonymous blog allows the writer to pour out everything he or she would in a diary, except the writer now has the ability to hear back from readers without the fear of offending anyone about whom they may have written.  A perfect scenario, if you ask me.

Reason two: I can’t imagine that I’m the only one feeling this crazy whirlwind of emotions.  At times, I feel so happy that I just want to hug everyone.  And then there are days when everything sucks and I just want a tub of Ben and Jerry’s.  I’ve done my fair bit of Google-searching and –– though I’m not discrediting the usefulness of Wiki-how articles –– I find myself wanting to read a college survival guide written by an actual college student, not just another stereotypical advice column.  Since I haven’t found one that I like, I decided to take matters into my own hands and start a blog.

So there you have it.  This blog will serve as my diary throughout my collegiate years, and my hope is that you guys (the readers) can learn from my experiences as much as I will be able to learn from your feedback/comments.  After all, we’re all in this together!  (Shameless High School Musical reference.. don’t hate me.)

Sincerely yours,

College Girl