I know. It’s exciting. You walk on campus and become consumed by the smell of alcohol and bad decisions. You parents were protective in high school and sitting at home with a plate of pizza rolls and a Wheel of Fortune marathon was your idea of a crazy Friday night. But you’re finally here. Finally free. Finally able to spin the Wheel of Blissful Regret on the Oxford Square. You can’t wait to call your hometown best friend about your drunken hookup or your first time smoking ” the drugs “. You can’t wait to have the experiences Netflix told you you should be having. But these are just thoughts that come on the first week, you know, the week before classes start. Fast forward two months and it’s Sunday night and you’re crying because that drunk hook up never called you back and you spent all your money on drugs that in way made you feel like that episode of Workaholics described it and you have a midterm tomorrow at 8am when you haven’t been to class in three weeks. Suddenly those long awaited bad decisions that you so desperately wanted to make, just become bad decisions. Suddenly it’s Friday night and you’re begging for a night in to watch GSN. Suddenly you realize that maybe being lame all those years wasn’t so bad.

Or maybe that’s just me…