Freshman year of college was even worse than high school. I felt so overwhelmed. It wasn't like high school. If you missed a class in high schools no big deal. Here you paid for school so if you missed a class you were assed out. Living in NY I thought I would be used to life fast pasted. O no no no was I wrong. At NYU it was if people were living in this different time zone and I was unaware of the time difference. After my brief feeling of jet lag I took a breath as I moved in to my apartment with three different strangers. Now I know what you're thinking, why would I move out of my lush pent house with a park view and slum it in a small smelly apartment? Simple, two words. MY MOTHER. Exactly you would move out too. And I know what you're thinking o poor little rich girl, when I say slumming I mean slumming. A 4 flight walk up and paper thin walls with a view of someone's bathroom in the next building and when you walk in the building you can smell what everyone's cooking. And it aint appetizing. In college I wasn't known as Desire Cooper, no I was known as number 27689. Everyone here is known as their admissions number. It's a sad dictatorship here. When I thought about college I thought I would be challenging myself mentally. But just like the previous years it was about one thing. The parties. It's like no one grew up. So to fit in I didn't join a sorority please I have a soul, I just went to all their parties. This was my life I would drink my face off the night before then struggle to stay awake in lit the next day with a monster hang over. One day I did something I thought I would never stoop to. I remember looking back at those E! True Hollywood stories of girls gone wild and wet t-shirt contests, thinking "what don't these girls have any respect?". Me and a couple of my friends were waiting in line to get into a Remington party. When apparently we had to do a little more than just look hot in order to get in. We had to do something shocking for the cameras. I know ass holes right? You're probably saying it wouldn't be worth your self-respect for a ----ing party. And I totally agree with you, but this was a Remington party. Everyone who's anyone was there and all the reject losers would of killed the dean to get in. so I did it, showed my lesbian affection to two of my friends. O yes apparently a demand for girl on girl is still applauded in this day and age. Two days later the feed was all over the internet. And what pray tell did I get out of the feeling of embarrassment? Me throwing up all over my Jimmy chues and a

hangover from hell. O yes these really are the best years!!!

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