You’re an upperclassman, and living that apartment life is feeling pretty great right about now. Peirce is only serving pasta marinara and cold squash again? Not a problem for you, because you have some mac and cheese at home just waiting to be warmed up on the stove top of your sweet, sweet kitchenette. Hate wearing flip flops, but hate foot fungus even more? Step right into your very own shower. Feels good, doesn’t it? You love your apartment, and you love your roommates. But more importantly, you love to party. And where parties are, first years will surely follow. These are….the first years who will crash your party and drink all your Keystone.
- Girl who thought her friend would be here by now. “Hi,” she says, checking her phone when you open the door. “Amanda told me to come. Is she here?” You aren’t exactly sure which Amanda she’s talking about (you know a lot of Amandas) but you let her in. She sits on your couch and checks Instagram all night. Amanda never shows. Continue reading