Lesson 2) It's Okay To Do What You Want On Weekends

Here's another awesome thing about college:  no one cares what you do.  I don't mean that in a "no one cares about you" fashion, I mean- you're really not going to be judged by where you are on Friday nights.  In high school, where I came from, if you weren't at the football game on Fridays, you were pretty much a loser.  I've heard different versions of the same story.  Other high schools had a special hang out (like a certain ice cream store) or something of that fashion that everyone had to be seen at to be considered a real member of society.


In college, there is no way you can be seen everywhere that people go.  Maybe if you go to a really small university, but even there I'd imagine it would still be pretty hard.  Whether you go to a party school or not there are parties somewhere everyday of the weekend.  Most greek-life houses will be holding one, then you have the Grad kids with their apartments, bars throwing dances, and even the sophomores who got their hands on some handles and a beer pong table.  You can't make your way to all of them- so why not just go to the one you know you'll have the most fun?
At the beginning of the year, I had yet to figure out exactly which little group I belonged with.  I had already become okay friends with Erin, so when she found a couple of kids to go out with, she brought me with her.  We ended up at this Frat party with a gin bucket- and things just went down hill from there!  We kept wanting to leave, but there were people from our hall there and we wanted to make sure that they knew we weren't home-bodies.  The night went on, and the Natty Lite (aka room-temperatre horse spit) kept coming.  Eventually, I with help from another girl from the hall, had to guide a very inebriated Erin back to our dorm.  It was the loudest night of boredom I'd had in a really long time.


But we do learn.  A few weeks ago, the Fantastic 500 was invited to join another group of hallmates to go out to a frat party.  It seemed promising, but we had all had long weeks and decided we would rather stay in, watch a girly movie, and eat some well-earned junk food.  However, as we got into a relaxed mood, I found an offer from my brother to join his party that night.  There weren't going to be any people we knew there.  In fact, chances were the majority of people would be Grad kids like him, siding towards the more nerdy intellectual majors.  But hell YES we were going!
Erin ended up making friends with one of the older kids, just chit-chatting the night away about everything from classes to their significant others.  Sara found a hottie to pull onto the dance floor.  Daphne got to just chill out instead of worrying about where all of her group went (which used to happen regularly).  Even I found a cute boy- and after some fantastically done wing-womaning by Sara, exchanged numbers (and of course dance moves!) with him.   It was an excellent night- one without worry, hospital visits, gross beer, or drama.


The next weekend?  We stayed in.  We had just as much fun- just not the same flavor.  Our hallmates?  Yeah, they didn't care.  They invited us to go out with them the very next night.  It just doesn't matter who you go out with, because honestly- no one's going to be insulted.  There are just too many things to do for anyone to judge you for which one you choose.  It's something to learn quickly so that you actually enjoy yourself.  In high school- you got put down if you missed a kid's birthday party because you didn't feel like it.  Here?  It's more like "oh man, you weren't there?  Next time then!  But let me tell you how Sara broke this stripper pole at the frat..."


Curl Girl- out!