Roommate Drama and Water with Salt
While Faye was writing this post, we were drooling on our dog, who was snoring on our pillow. —Sparkitors
Ahh, 11:30 on a Sunday night. The night is young, at least by college student standards.
Speaking of standards, I’ve recently lowered mine. Don’t worry, I’m not talking about guys (I’m still waiting for my Prince Charming to gallop into the picture), I’m talking about grades. Helpful college advice: Don’t expect to get straight A’s.
I was recently talking to a girl (with a full tuition/room & board scholarship) who was freaking out because she knew she got a few problems wrong on a biology quiz. Now, don’t get me wrong, I used to be that girl. If I got a 92 I was upset. But college isn’t high school. Classes are harder, and the grading is different: An A in my Honors Calculus class is an 85, and a Pass is a 55. So when I get my first exams back this week and I see a 70 on Physics, I shouldn’t freak out because the average is hopefully a 50. So chill. Work hard and be content with a B…unless you’re applying to Med school. Then you’re just screwed.
Ready for your weekly college fact?
College Fact #3: Put 8 girls in a room together and there’s going to be drama.
Remember how I said everyone in my suite is sweet? I meant it… although some of them are sweeter than others. Anyway, I heard through the grapevine about an incident that occurred. (Names have been changed to protect the innocent.)
So early last week, Bubbles and Buttercup are having lunch with a group of guys from the floor. Buttercup gets up, and while she’s gone, one of the guys puts salt in her drink. Buttercup comes back, drinks her drink, and everyone laughs (because as college students we have the maturity level of middle schoolers). Buttercup is angry at Bubbles because Bubbles didn’t stop the guys.
Fast forward to late this week. My roommate and I are sitting in our room. We hear a knock next door and a “Buttercup, can we talk?” followed by the equivalent of “Go away you filthy pig. Your mother was a hamster, and your father smelt of elderberries.” Then there’s a lot of angry yelling. I’m talking "You stole my boyfriend" and "You ran over my dog" angry yelling. Buttercup says she will never forgive Bubbles nor trust her ever again, and then she slammed the door.
Now my roommate and I figure that something big must have happened, so we can’t believe it when we find out that this fight was just about some salt in water. Apparently Buttercup is big on grudges. Bubbles has tried to apologize, and there’s really nothing else she can do since Buttercup refuses to speak to her. The rest of us are terrified of siding with Bubbles and facing Buttercup’s wrath. All we can do now is hope Buttercup gets over it. And soon.
Let’s do some College Q&A:
Q. I'm such a straight edge. Also, I hate the sucky music played at parties. Is it possible for people to perceive you as the awesome person you are without having to go to silly parties?
A. No. If you don’t party in college you will die alone with your 23 cats.
From personal experience, I can tell you that you don’t have to party to be an awesome person. Maybe I just got lucky, but I clicked with my floor. Instead of trudging to a million boring parties, a group of us are going to a local amusement park next weekend. Instead of drinking games, we play Apples to Apples in the lounge. I think we’re pretty awesome.
That’s not to say that every person in every college everywhere is going to experience the same thing. I have friends who don’t feel like they fit in because they don’t party and "everyone" around them does. Sometimes it’s harder to find the right people—just keep looking, they’re out there. Another thing: don’t rule out friends based on how they spend their Saturday nights. Just because someone parties hard on Saturday doesn’t mean they’re not awesome to watch a movie with Friday night. This is college—no judgment.
Also, the music isn’t that bad. You find people who like all different things, from country to metal, electric swing to retro-modern folk dancing. If it exist—or even if I just made it up—someone in college probably likes it.
I suppose I should finish studying for Calc now. And by finish I mean start.
Keep the questions coming! Ask me about my fake boyfriend! I’ve got nothing better to do, sleep is for the weak, right?
Until next week,
Anyone else think Faye should stand up for Bubbles?
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