Get Me Outta Here

It's been a while but whatever. I'm in a homework rut at the moment...I really really want to get my stuff done so I can hang out with my friends tonight, but I'm just not making any progress even on simple stuff. I'm hoping that taking a little time to write about something I feel like writing about will inspire me and I'll get going!

So late last summer I had this recurring fake memory that I was walking down a street with beautiful weather frat hopping with my friends. I was especially concerned because at the time it was extremely vivid, yet something like that had never actually happened. It felt like it had, and it seemed like it was one of my favorite memories of college, but in reality, I had never experienced anything even close to that.

Until this year. The very first day that I got to school this year, I sensed that things would be different. My friend and I got invited to a party the first night and we dressed up before we had even finished unpacking and went to this party. It was a typical frat party with douchey guys pouring alcohol down slutted up girls throats and making any excuse to step just one step closer. I noticed things like how sticky the floor was and how sweaty everyone was, but at the same time, I noticed how cute all the guys were and how special my friend and I felt when they would come flirt with us or hand us drinks. As awful as it sounded, there was something flattering about a guy trying to get you drunk enough to go home with him.

It's been a semester since then, and there have been many, many drunken nights since then. Although I don't remember all of them with perfect clarity, I have to say that not once did that exact memory of summer frat hopping. I've come close, dancing with my friends in the beer garden of a bar during the first weeks of school or playing flippy cup on balconies before Saturday football games, but that feeling of summer carefreeness or whatever it was that I feel when I think about that "memory" still hasn't hit me.

As we come up on the last weeks of the semester, I'm hoping I get that moment. And if I like it, I hope there's many more to follow.

Love,

Ranjini