I Can Cry if I Want To


Last year was my first year of college, and I needed to insure that my birthday wouldn’t be a flop. I needed to know that I wouldn’t cry all alone in a corner.

So what did my mom do?

She put lots of money on my debit card, and I took some friends to an Indian restaurant, all expenses paid by me, or my mom. There. Instant friends. Instant birthday. Instant smile.

Now that sounds like a quick recipe for success, right? Wrong. There’s more to it.

One friend lied to me and somehow got me into her room thinking she needed to retrieve her computer before we headed to the library.

When we opened the door, there were a bunch of friends gathered, all singing, all with a card, all with a cake that they bought from the bistro.

Best birthday ever.



College Corner II-Weekday Edition


Typical College Day–we’ll get to the weekends later.

Wake up. It is somewhere between 10:30 and 11 AM. I am still safe–I have not missed any of my classes.

Go to gym. Shower. Put my contacts in. Get ready. Try to look okay.



This is casual. I don’t need friends to eat lunch with. No one makes a big deal out of it, but if I have a lunch date, that’s always nice.

Waste time. Look at old quizzes. Try to understand my homework. Give up eventually.

Class. Snooze. Class. Snooze.

Depends on which class.

It’s approximately 5:30, and dinner plans are up in the air. Who will be my lucky dinner date?

Sometimes we solidify plans for dinner during the day, other times we confirm at 6. Going to dinner alone is never a good thing, so it’s always great to make plans beforehand.

And alas, I am going to dinner with my usuals, the big group, the ten of us.

We stay for hours. As many of us have put it, “The cafeteria is a vacuum. We can’t leave!”

We chitchat, then remind ourselves we have work. We then go to the library until the new day approaches, and we press Repeat.