The Freshman and the Weird

Alright, I had a weird day

I woke up that morning knowing that it wasn't going to be a normal day, it never is normal on campus. Sure, every Monday I go running, go to class, hang out my friends...I have a routine, sure! However, everyday gets weirder.

I decided after tediously reviewing concepts of chemistry to head to the library to go study. As soon as I opened the door, my ears caught the wind of a phone conversation that I most likely wasn't supposed to hear. ALRIGHT, BUT PRIVATE CONVERSATIONS SHOULD NOT BE IN A PUBLIC SETTING, CAN YOU BLAME ME FOR LISTENING? 

The reason I had paid attention to the conversation was because a girl with redish-purple hair was freaking out. "I am going go to jail!!!" She wailed. I raised an eyebrow as I progressed inside. Then the girl says with a sassy pitch: "Murder". I immediately scattered inside. First off, WHAT THE ACTUAL HAIL. I wanted to crawl into a corner. 

Realizing I had forgotten a couple books from my dorm, I groaned going down the stairs to go back to my dorm. The girl was still sitting there. She turned her head slowly and suddenly, we were making awkward eye contact. Quickly I scattered out of the library, practically tripping over my own feet. Alright, that was it, I was going to have pepper spray with me at all times. 

I was back at my dorm, relaxed and feeling safe from the chaos. However, as I went to use the bathroom, I realized I had spoke too soon. I was greeted by an odd scent. Was it...plants of some sort..? Oh no....oh no not again. 

I realized that smell was none other than marijuana.

 Oh great! How wonderful!

I quickly got out of the bathroom and called my sister, searching for peace away from the dorms. However, looking out the window, my eyes caught a squirrel. Alright, that is pretty normal right? Not when a girl is crouching down having a stare down with a squirrel. All I could think at that moment was....

What kind of school do I go to?

I went to class and one of my favorite teachers began going on a long winded rant about the perfect essay and as we talked about papers, he brought up mine with a light grin. "You were only supposed to write 1.5 pages and you wrote 3.5. I advise you to slack off and maybe go get a drink, have a party, and CHILLAX WOMAN YOU NEED TO STOP PANICKING AND WRITING SO MUCH. GO LIVE YOUR LIFE." (Alright, so he said more professional language but I am not joking when he said to go out and get some alcohol).

Blinking once or twice, I began to laugh out of both horror and amusement. What a man, what a guy!

After class, I went running with my friend Fernando (I am not going to use his real name lolz) and I told him about my very strange day. We only laughed and I thought to myself, maybe all of the weirdness is over! 

Nope.

He dropped me off and starving from the lack of dinner, I quickly ran to get food. Standing in line, I tried to text my sister on Snapchat. I quickly swiped but to my horror, I had swiped to quickly. It had take a picture of a butt...a guy's butt. 

Horrified, I quickly tried to delete it but to my dismay, someone had noticed and he began to give me a strange look. Oh boy....there goes my reputation...

Yeah, yeah, yeah that's an exaggeration but IMAGINE HOW I FELT GUYS.

Now here I am, writing about how strange the life of college truly is. I probably should be used to this by now. Until the next time!

~ Signed The Freshman