No matter whether we admit it to our friends, to our roommates, or even to ourselves, we all start every semester with the same faint hope. We envision walking into our classroom, anxious because we know no one, until suddenly a totally hot stranger walks into the room. You instantly make eye contact, he makes some kind of clever quip as he sits next to you, at which time you form an immediate friendship, fall in love, and move somewhere exotic like Cabo or San Lucas. You live happily ever after and the only thing you ever worry about is the fact that you can't remember if you put two shots of vodka into your mimosa or twenty. Needless to say, this has probably happened to like, two people since 2007, and we should probably all just accept defeat, and call up the pizza guy to deliver us another round, because the bartender isn't at work yet. What does manage to regularly happen to innocent girls everywhere on their first days of class is something like what happened to me this semester.The sun was shining and that piece of hair that always sticks out at the worst possible times was finally in place. A feeling of invincibility swept over my body and all the confidence in the world was resting in the palm of my hand. You see, my normal look could probably be described as "homeless chic," except not so much chic as it is homeless. But seeing as it was the first day of school and all, I applied some makeup, put on a shirt that never belonged to a man, and went on my way.I got to class, pulled out my spiral and pencils in a pathetic attempt to appear busy while I secretly eyed every person who walked into the classroom in search of a familiar face and/or someone to judge. And then...he walked in.
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Perfect Imperfection
De TodoSo, what can't you take? Decide which of the two options is harder, and do the other. That way, no matter how hard your choice turns out to be, at least you can find comfort in knowing you're avoiding something even worse.
