This is the weekend that I NEEDED to be going out, having fun, pretending that post-grad life is everything it's cracked up to be. Instead, we are all stuck indoors. And let me tell you, staying busy and distracted while your only company is two mildly hurricane-paranoid parents and a neurotic dog is a bit of a challenge.
Why do I need to keep busy, you might ask? Because the school year has resumed again. Everyone is back at college and the new pictures being uploaded on Facebook make it look oh-so-good. With red plastic cups in hand, the fresh summer tans and giant smiles plastered across semi-sloppy faces scream "look at my awesome care-free life in college!"
Cue the depression and nostalgia.
Like Hurricane Irene, the first few weeks of college create the perfect storm, but in a different way... the hot mess of naive Freshman girls and the excitement of returning upper-classmen build up the potential for chaos around campus. You always need to prepare for disaster - For Irene, you stock up on batteries, food, water, etc. For college, ibuprofen for hangovers and Easy-Mac for all-nighters are essential to survive the 4 years.
Yet, the anticipation and excitement soon wear off. Irene didn't do nearly as much damage as expected and honestly, college life is also soon brought back to reality. Eventually, the summer tans fade to the normal pale/translucent color, the greasy campus food quickly brings back 15 pounds of "winter insulation" that you worked so hard to lose over the summer, and the library becomes the center of social interaction.
If anything, it is after the storm which is the best part, and the preparation for it helps us survive the potential damage. Sure, being a college Freshman was a great mess-of-a-time, but think about it... we are now Freshman of an ENTIRE CITY. This can best be described by this hilarious post:
"Graduated betches are about to make a mass exodus from all sorts of states to major cities where it’s no longer creepy to interact with a 'local.' You’re opened up to a whole world full of new clubs, new bars and best of all, new people who haven’t seen your rotation of outfits a million times. Say goodbye to the days of extending obligatory #23 pregame invites to those #38 frenemies who lived around the corner."
Ain't that the truth. We get to choose our friends, our careers, our futures, everything.
So bring it on Irene, or real life, or whatever comes next... I'm prepared and not afraid of you.
Huzzah!
BB
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