Hey there Party People!

They say you have the best times of your life in College. Well, I'm here to tell you that is 100% true. Whether you stay in your dorm and study your dedicated little brains out, or party the week away at the local bar, college is an experience you'll never forget, and often it can shape the direction for the rest of your life. My job here is to tell you about all of the wonderfully strange things that happen on a small college campus in the good-old Midwest.

Tonight was a good example of some of the more entertaining aspects of college life : drunk people. Let me preface this whole thing by assuring you that I am straight-edge girl. I do not drink, I do not do drugs, I do not smoke, but that doesn't mean I don't hang around people who do.

My room mate and I had just come back from a late night trip to Applebee's with some good friends of ours who were high as kites at he time, telling us all about how maybe aliens on other planets say hello to each other by spitting in other's faces. We had snuck in past the night desk and up into our dorm when a group of boys from our floor stumbled into the lobby begging us to hold the elevator  As they collapsed through the door, one of the three proceeded to fall on the floor, laughing hysterically as his legs slipped from under him, and his friend grabbed us both by the shoulder and insisted we were "lifesavers". On the slow ride up to the ninth floor, they told us over and over again just how drunk they were, and attempted to quietly tell us that there may have been some other illegal substances involved.

When we reached our floor, they hurried back to their room as fast as their drunk legs would carry them, but not before the ring leader pulled us in for a huddle to ask in a drunk whisper if we could smell the weed. Having just come from a house full of it, we promised we couldn't, but added that we weren't the best girls to ask at the moment. Weed is the kind of smell that once you get it in your nose, you smell it everywhere for the next several days until it finally wears off, just on time for the weekend. He grinned, giving us a high five and reminding us to have fun before disappearing around the corner.

While this may not seem remarkable to some people, I find it extremely entertaining to watch as an outsider. Having never been drunk or high, I can only imagine what goes on in these people heads as they launch into deep conversations about how the reflection in a mirror is really a guardian from another realm, sent to protect us from the other-worldly horrors on the other side. In high school, you could never go out to a restaurant at 9:30 on a Wednesday night with your best friend, two incredibly high individuals and your boyfriend driving his mother's car. It just wouldn't happen.

In college you have the freedom to take those late-night trips and listen to those "third plane" conversation, as my friend likes to say after his third or fourth bowl. Those moments are always the best, because those are the times you're going to laugh till your abs hurt and learn things about people you never would have learned otherwise.