Faye is taking a break from Ash to tell us about the rest of her life! Get ready for story time, kiddos.—Sparkitors
I think I stepped in some super-duper-squishy-feel-good-lovey-dovey goo. No wait, that’s just last week’s post. Speaking of love goo, I’m going to try to keep this post as Ash-free as possible since (don’t be alarmed) there’s more to college than having a boyfriend. Don’t worry, Ash will be back next week with 2 times the goo! That…sounds weird. Fun College Fact Time!
College Fact #18: College changes the way you talk. Every teacher is a professor; every test is an exam. You call Smith Library "Club Smith." Your friend might ask you, “Hey, wanna hang out this weekend?” to which you respond, “Naw, I’m going to Club Smith Saturday night!” And you know you’re a college student when you measure hours of the night in cups of coffee.
Onto a new section I like to call “What am I supposed to write about if I don’t write about Ash?”, AKA, “A day in the life of Faye.”
For anyone who ever wondered what a typical college day in the life of Faye is like, it’s sort of like riding a unicorn over a rainbow waterfall that flows into a pool of cherry sorbet. It’s a flavor sensation. But seriously, my Monday’s go something like this:
7 AM: Waking up in the morning, gotta be fresh, gotta… Actually, I’m pretty sure I’ve used this joke before. Let’s try again.
7 AM: Wake up in the morning feeling like P. Diddy… Nope, pretty sure I’ve done that one before, too.
7 AM: Get up and shake the glitter off your clothes now, that’s what you get for waking up in Vegas. I think Rebecca Black, Ke$ha, and Katy Perry should do a collaboration and call it “My Roommate’s Alarm Clock.”
My mornings go one of two ways. Some mornings my alarm goes off and I get out of bed, do my makeup, fix my hair, and spend some time picking out an outfit before leisurely strolling to class. Other mornings my alarm goes off, I close my eyes for 5 more minutes, walk downstairs and find the deer that broke into my house sitting at the kitchen table reading the morning paper, wake up, and flip out because I have ten minutes to throw on pants, brush my teeth, and run to class.
8:00 AM: Physics recitation (Awake-o-meter: Fairly functioning).
9:00 AM: Physics lecture (Awake-o-meter: ZzzzzZz). My physics professor looks and sounds exactly like Vizzini from the Princess Bride. That’s not enough to keep my head from hitting the desk when he says the words voltage, charge, resistance, or circuit, unless they are immediately followed by explosion or fire. One time we put a current through a pickle. It was awesome.
10:00 AM: Chemistry lecture. (Awake-o-meter: More awake than the professor). I feel bad for my Chem. professor. She always looks tired, and it seems like she really doesn’t want to be there. I can’t blame her, I really don’t want to be there either. I want to tell her to take a day off, maybe sleep in, go to the spa—we don’t mind if she cancels class to take a personal day. Really.
11:00 AM: Bagel time! (Awake-o-meter: Ready to Rock & Roll)
12:00 PM: Calculus (Awake-o-meter: 2+2=4). The Calc. 3 professor is this little old Greek guy with all these cute sayings. He uses the word “dance” at least once per lecture, so now every time I get stuck on a math problem I hear his voice in my head telling me to “make the equations dance.”
1:00 PM-5:00 PM: Chemistry lab (Awake-o-meter: 2+2=Fish). Bleh, just bleh.
5:00 PM: Dinner with Ash, of course (Awake-o-meter: We’re going to Disney World!). And nothing says romantic dinner with the boyfriend quite like sub-par pasta in the dining hall.
6:00 PM- 8:30 PM: Intro to Psychology (Awake-o-meter: Living dead). Brains, brains, brains, brains, brains.
Then I head back to the dorm, eat ice cream because I need to after 10 hours of class, do 2 math problems and collapse on my bed.
Time for some serious Q&A!
Q. I was just wondering what your opinion was on long-distance relationships, high school relationships and relationships that are going to end.... or perhaps the three combined.
A. Technically that’s a statement, but I’m going to answer it anyway! I’m a big proponent of starting college with a clean slate—before coming here, I packed my entire room into boxes—some marked “keep,” a lot “donate.” My parents moved my younger brother into my room and changed his old room into a guest room. I know for some people that sounds really intense, but it helped me a lot, especially at the beginning of the school year, because I knew that I couldn’t go back. I still missed things, but I realized that my childhood, high school, and my room were all in the past and I had to look forward because there are awesome things ahead.
I didn’t have a boyfriend to break up with after high school, but I know a lot of people who did/didn’t make the break before college. Some people broke up right before college, others during Thanksgiving break, while some are still together. Ash was one of the people who broke up with his high school girlfriend, and I think I’m a bad person for saying this, but I’m happy he did. I don’t know if there’s a right answer for what to do with your high school relationship other than take a good look at it and decide whether it’s worth it to put it in the “keep” box. Some high school relationships do work out. I know a couple who were high school sweethearts and have been married for 25 years—my parents.
As for Long Distance Relationships, I wish I knew. Right now Ash is 20 steps down the hall. In 2 months we’ll be 700 miles away from each other. I’m just taking us one day at a time, and hoping the rest sort of works itself out.
I get to stay up late tonight; I don’t have to be anywhere until 9! YEAH!
Sleep is for the weak,
What's your opinion on high school-to-college relationships? Keep 'em or toss 'em?
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