Today, I'm starting my first regular blog installment! Since I came to college, I've been writing down rules in my diary based off of what I've learned in my time here so far. So every Wednesday until I get too bored of it, I'm going to post my rules from the past week. These aren't your generic college rules. This is my life experience, in rule form, shared in the hope that somehow it can make your life better.
Rule #1: Wear your contacts/glasses to the bathroom.
Especially if you are half-blind without them, like me. Especially if your dorm floor is co-ed. Because if you don't, you might end up standing blind in the hallway trying to figure out how to open the bathroom door and having an African-American dude who calls you "brah" try to help you and then having to go downstairs to get your roommate to open it for you, even though you can't see a freaking thing.
Rule #2: When living in a new place, everything has a gimmick.
At first, my roommate and I couldn't figure out why the showers were always cold. Then we realized that whoever installed them mixed up the labels, and the side of the knob that said "cold" was actually hot.
So everything has a gimmick. Whether it's mixed-up shower knobs, door locks that take forever to accept your key, or window blinds that open funny, there is something different about it. You have to puzzle it out like the genius college kid you are.
Rule #3: You will not be totally compatible with your roommate.
Even if you're lucky and you and your roommate become friends right off, you still won't be fully compatible. It's all about teamwork and compromise. Whether this means the disabled writer wears earplugs and a sleep mask to bed because the social butterfly likes to stay up late, or that the social butterfly gets used to not dragging the disabled writer to every single social event, you'll have to change some things. It's worth the effort.
Rule #4: Take downtime when you can.
Yeah, it's good to get involved and be social and do things. But it's also good to relax by sitting in your room on Saturday surfing the web for no good reason whatsoever or watching Disney channel or just staring at the ceiling. Downtime is good for the body and the soul.
Rule #5: Being a religious college student is weird.
People stare at you, especially if you're going into the dining hall wearing church clothing while everyone else is sitting around watching football and MTV in casual sportswear and occasionally smoking. It is awkward.
Rule #6: Orientation is not like classes.
I hated Orientation. Too much sociality and games and speeches. Going to classes is much different. Half the people you meet in the Orientation period you won't even see again. In class, you're actually with people you're going to see fairly often, either that semester, or later on if you're in a similar major/minor. Plus, you get to do something useful. But maybe that's just the nerd in me speaking.
Rule #7: College guys are jerks, mostly.
I'm not a fan of the stuff I hear them saying in the hallways. College guys want girls. They want hot girls. They want hot girls to have sex with. They don't care much about the human aspect.
So what do you do? STAY OUT OF THE WAY. Female friends, wait until the first few weeks have passed, and things are calming down. Then be super, mega careful to seek out a guy who will treat you the way you deserve. All right?
Rule #8: If you stink at making friends, find a teacher.
I cannot make new friends to save my life. I'm an awkward, introverted goody-goody, after all. So I got really depressed and lonely, wanting to just go home and try online classes. I was almost a week into my time at college, and I'd only ever talked to my roommate.
So I ended up in my singing teacher's office crying about my lack of a social life. She immediately went, "Tsk, tsk, that won't do," and called up another of her students to beg a friend for me. Me and that other girl ended up talking in the dining hall for about an hour and a half, and my social circle is finally expanding. This works better at small colleges of course... if you're like me, go to one of those.
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