In their eyes, I was still the baby. As the youngest of three girls, it was understood in my household that I was not yet…
Our college years are full of dramatic “I’m not a grown up!” moments- mostly unexpected, and typically unwanted. Anonymous Valley writers discuss it all: from avoiding basic responsibilities to dealing with the big, bad future. Let’s talk about it.
I’ve overheard several students make the reactionary statement, “Greek life is dead.” When hearing that word used in that context, it made me realize how the passage of time can make people become desensitized to tragedy.
“I tried on one of my favorite articles of clothing; a denim skirt. I looked at myself in the mirror, pleased with what I saw. Suddenly a thought popped into my head. I thought about how the last time I wore that skirt I didn’t feel safe when the guy at the bar put his hand on my thigh.”
We’re only human and we’re only college students.
I quickly realized that Greek life wasn’t for me and was extremely disappointed since I had always pictured myself in a sorority.
Whether you’re living with your closest friends or random strangers, everyone has had to deal with a difficult roommate at one point or another.
Amy Schumer once said, “My real beauty… lies in my ability to truly not give a sh*t what anyone thinks of me.” While I do my best to live up to these wise words, I’m not ashamed to explain the one time I didn’t.
So many times, it has to do with infidelity or falling out of love. Maybe one person even meets someone new. All these reasons are concrete and absolutely valid, but none of them apply to me.
Even though I’ll be here until Thursday, this feels like my last night here. Almost all of my friends have gone back to their respective hometowns or on adventurous trips abroad. Very few students remain in town, or at least that’s how I feel.
Sometimes you just need a really good cry. The kind of cry that is so intense that you cannot stop until it’s gotten to the point that your tear ducts have dried up and you absolutely need a tissue.
“Just wait until you enter the real world.” How many times have we heard these words? How many times have we sat by while our parents or professors or advisors pretend like as college students, our problems are so easy compared to theirs?
I see it everywhere. Childhood friends, high school acquaintances, old teachers and babysitters – all people who saw me through my awkward grade school years. They’re all getting married, having kids, or both.
There are many perks to being in the early stages of a new relationship. First off, you’re both in the “honeymoon stage,” that period of time when the infatuation with one another is at an all-time high. You haven’t been together long enough to discover the other person’s irritating habits or undesirable personality traits, so things are easy.
I absolutely love to dance. It’s not good dancing, but whenever I hear one of my favorite songs playing I am the first one to bust a move. You’ll see me trying to doing any type of dance move from “screwing the light bulb,” to “moving the lawn,” to Shakira’s “Hips Don’t Lie” or Beyoncé’s ‘Single Ladies.”
Major bashing. It’s something we’ve all been guilty of, and no doubt something we’ve all found ourselves at the butt of. But, it’s time to set the record straight. “Oh, so you’re planning on being homeless after you graduate?”
I was one of those girls who made it through high school without ever having a boyfriend or having sex. I understand that it’s more common to not date in high school, but it still bothered me that all of my friends did. I’d complain a lot and subsequently get told two things:
What is it about college that makes people so annoyingly stupid? Is it that our parents aren’t around? Or perhaps the ‘YOCO’ (you only college once) mentality?
Studying abroad is a tremendous and a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Although I am not studying abroad, I watched my two roommates try all fall semester to find subletters, which is a hard process. Fortunately for them, they each found a girl to live with my roommate and I this semester. It’s been two weeks since they moved in and… it wasn’t friendship at first sight.
I was told before that you don’t really know people until some of the ugly comes out. There wasn’t a doubt for me that Josh* wasn’t perfect—I accepted all his flaws for what they were and he accepted mine. For over two years we felt that we really could work. It wasn’t hard for me to accept him.
It’s not exactly surprising that college students don’t have the most glamorous part-time jobs. Sure, you or someone you know got lucky and got a great job that requires very little physical or mental effort and somehow pays more than minimum wage.