Finally, she collapsed in her bed. Oh wait, you don’t know the story do you? I’m sorry, I completely forgot. Ok, let me start from the beginning…once upon a time on a campus far far away there dormed a freshman. Her name was Sophia. She came to uthaca on august 24 more than a little nervous, with a mess of hopes and dreams guiding her. Now, I could tell you everything that happened from the moment she got to the campus till the moment she went out that night but that would be boring. Basically, she moved in, said goodbye to her parents, met her roommate and did all that crap. Some girls on Sophia’s floor had heard about a party in the square apartments, so they all decided to go.
Let’s evaluate the problems here:
1. They don’t actually know anyone at this party.
2. They are a giant group of freshman…who would want them at their party?
3. They don’t know where they’re going.
Despite the obvious issues at hand Sophia trekked off with her group, in search of great college parties. They found a party, but it was interesting. For the reasons stated above it was incredibly awkward getting in to the party because no one knew anyone. Sophia had never felt like such a freshman before in her life. In her hometown she knew where the parties were. She always got in because she was always invited. This first night of college was a huge shock to her. Her assumptions had been wrong. College parties are easy to find but not always easy to get into when you are with a huge group of freshmen who don’t know anyone.
Once in, though, the night started getting really weird. She entered and looked around. The smell of sweating, pulsing bodies too close to each other permeated her nostrils. A dude in salmon shorts and a blue polo was doing a keg stand—his friends held him up with the ease of holding a feather on one’s finger while managing to cheer him on. Sophia was mesmerized. There was a strobe light in the corner thrusting the room into a frenzy of flashing lights and people, and all Sophia could think was, “damn, I want a beer.”
She wiggled through the crowd towards the keg, walked up to the guy pumping it and asked for a beer, batting her eyelashes all the while. He obligingly gave her what she asked for and started talking to her. Six feet tall, brown hair, golden eyes, and a delicious tan that said, “I’ve been on a lake all summer.” I would say his name but it doesn’t matter. In four years, at the end of Sophia’s college career she will not remember his name to save her life. He is a one-night stand and that is all. He might be a real person to someone else, but to Sophia he is walking sex. Anyways, back to the story. They talked and danced and drank lots of beer and before anyone knew what was really going on, they were back at his apartment, in his room, undressing each other.
Thirty minutes later it was done. Sophia felt good, and why wouldn’t she? She saw a guy she wanted and she got what she wanted from him. Does that make her a bad person? Does that make him a bad person? They were safe; used a condom.
She left an hour after she arrived because she wanted to spend her first night in college in her dorm, in her bed. It was 3 am when she fell face-first on her pillow. When she woke up in the morning she felt great. What’s it to you what she did last night?
Olivia Day is a freshman journalism major that writes a profile on every person she meets; she may have written one on you. Contact her at firstname.lastname@example.org.
Buzzsaw would like to note that this post was previously attributed to writer Yane Ahn, and this discrepancy has been resolved as of March 30th, 2015.