This Is How We Date Now
Excellent read.
10 Annoying Assumptions College Girls Are Totally Sick Of
“No, I don’t want you to do a body shot off of me….ever.”
1. We just party, all of the time.
We don’t study. We don’t have jobs. We don’t read books. Just lots and lots of cheap alcohol funneling down our throats. False. Just because a girl is in college and may decide to go to the bar or parties at times, doesn’t mean she doesn’t have plenty of other responsibilities and priorities. Should we start Instagramming photos of homework and cleaning the bathroom instead?
2. We go out with the sole purpose of being the object of sexual pursuit for every sloppy jack ass that walks our way.
Many times, we college ladies go out with our friends to actually get to spend time with them. Just because we are out does not mean we are interested in “hooking up” with you, like at all. So, to the…
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40 Weird Things That Happen When Your Boyfriend Is Your Best Friend
1. He sees you in true form. There’s right before bed, zit cream and all. There’s drunk you with eye liner smeared on your face and nacho cheese in your hair. There are a lot of you’s he has endured. It’s actually laughable how bad you have looked around him and how little you care.
2. You’ve become so comfortable with each other that embarrassment is no longer a factor.
3. You have each other’s outfit ensembles nearly memorized. “I’m wearing the maroon shirt” “With the tan shorts and brown watch?” “Yup.”
4. You have had moments where you both felt like you couldn’t stand anyone else but each other for the moment.
5. Your families are way too comfortable around you both at this point and absolutely nothing gets held back.
6. You become obsessed with certain restaurants and foods for different periods of time.
7. You two have…
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Cry in the darkness
I cry out in the darkness,
“Don’t hurt me again,”
and while I don’t know what I was expecting,
the silence that greets my wish,
well, it’s a wall to my stride.
Where will this go?
Are you already planning to hurt me again?
Are you actually wanting to be with me,
this time?
But most importantly,
Will I regret this later?
Yes.
One hundred percent, yes.
I deserve more, but why do I come back to you?
“You’re my kryponyte, is too easy as an answer.”
But the way you look at me,
There’s something there,
But why can’t you admit it?
I cry out in the darkness,
one simple request:
“don’t hurt me…again.”
It’s a gorgeous Monday evening in June, where summer is starting to push through. The sun goes down later, the birds are still chirping late into the evening, and it’s the perfect temperature to be outside with everyone. Just stepping out of La Clairiere, a smile starts to form on my face. Looking around, I see people throwing their heads back, emitting a sound of laughter only achieved by pure happiness. The majority of people are playing red-rover, which turns into two separated games of soccer mixed with tag. While the rest are sitting on a blanket laughing at a joke that was just told. They soon get up, and ironically dance. Closing my eyes, I hear individual voices rise and fall, laughter cutting through things be said, and voices singing along with the music playing. At this moment, we are infinite. There aren’t any more tests looming over our head, packing has been put on hold because nous passons du temps ensemble pour la derniere fois.
I open my eyes to find that hours have passed, and we’re all standing in the lobby of the dorm. The atmosphere isn’t light anymore – if anyone had walked in at that moment they would have thought someone had died. And in truth, something did die. We had to accept the truth that when the sun comes up, everything will become a memory.
Reality is at the door, knocking.
The guys are standing at the edge of the room, occasionally walking over to someone, hugging them while trying to make them laugh. However, once their arms fall to their sides, they silently slide back to their spot on the wall, and watch their feet, uncomfortably. They want to make everything better, but they know they can’t. We’re all hugging each other, saying promising phrases like, “we’ll stay in touch” but the tears just roll down our faces saying the truth we can’t bring ourselves to say aloud.
Although it’s been four months since our last moment together in France, it still feels like a dream. I know most people expect me to be over that whole year, but that was one of my best years of my life. I’ve made so many memories, experienced a lot of new things, and made a ton of friends who were my family for nine months. Now miles separate us from the chats we had, the surprise parties, and the trips we made into Geneva; I long for those days to be with them, unfortunately that year’s gone. I can only hope that we have become stronger and will remember the memories we made together.
Je vous aime tellement.
The Hardest Part Of Traveling No One Talks About
My emotions every year.
This is home.
If you were to ask me what my favorite thing to do on campus, I would tell you that it’s the walk from Les Horizons (the men’s dorm) to La Clairiere (the women’s dorm) around 9:45 p.m. Why do I have a specific time and why of all things is that my favorite thing? It is true, there are intramural sports happening every night, Bible studies can be found anywhere on campus, there’s choir practice on Fridays, and Thursday nights there’s Tahitian dance lessons for the ladies. So, why that walk?
In the evenings, I edit photos, study, and hang out with some friends at Les Horizons, because ironically it’s quieter than La Clairiere. On a regular basis, I forget the card that let’s me back into the dorm after the doors lock at 10. so, I start my walk back around 9:45, sometimes a little earlier and with the lampposts lighting my path, the silence is broken with words of Goyte, Coldplay, Mumford and Sons, and Ellie Goulding. The singing wouldn’t be complete without a dance number to accompany it. This is the one moment in my day where I’m not tempted by Facebook, having to converse with a human, or reminded of homework. I get to be as loud and as ridiculous as I want. Everything is put on hold for that 8 minute dance back (I usually perform two musical numbers). This my dance.
Thankfully, I have never run across anyone while walking back, though I’m pretty sure some of the Theology students have heard me belting out the middle of “Somebody I Used to Know”. However, I don’t think it would surprise anyone if they came across me dancing and singing, because I’ve been caught multiple times “dancing to a tune in my head” in the lunch line, in between classes, and while waiting for people. I’m actually pretty sure that most Theology students know me as the-girl-who-dances-a-lot or the-girl-with-the-nose-ring.
Life in France is definitely more relaxed than in America. I only have four hours of class each day, lunch break is about two hours, we aren’t required to do much, except go to class and practice French on our own. Curfew is at 11, but considering we live in a small town and classes start 8 a.m. that’s nothing to complain about. It’s a small school with 36 in the ACA program and some odd number Theology students, we’re all testing the waters to see whose the most compatible to hang out with and while there are some set groups, there are also still some floaters. While we have friends and family back in the states, giving us the support we need in our year away, we are a family whether or not we like it, because we are all we have. For the next 2.5 quarters this is all we have. This is home.
Where is the Adventure 