SHE said:

After the Hula Hanks Senior Welcome Back party on Thursday night, I think it’s safe to say that everyone was more than ready for a low-key weekend at home. Was it just me, or did the party dresses, school buses and chicken fingers remind everyone of an eighth grade dance? The only thing differentiating the two events was the beverages. I’ll take my Shirley Temple spiked, thank you. Needless to say, the last thing I wanted to do on Friday morning was make the two-hour trek to the Jersey Shore. But the sheer knowledge that my overflowing laundry bag would be clean, folded, and Mountain Fresh in less than 48 hours made it all worth it.

I don’t know about you guys, but these days I go home for two reasons: clean clothes and a big bed that my feet don’t hang off of. Columbus Day Weekend (CDW) was the perfect excuse for a few alcohol-free (well, not exactly) days filled with home cooked meals and high school “friends.”

Seniors, I know you remember the CDW of freshman year: Our parents’ cars fought for a spot in the Jogues circle, waiting for us to come outside, our arms filled with stuff we would hardly wear/use all weekend (i.e. clothes that are five pounds too tight). Come on, aside from that high school football game you attended, you spent most of the weekend fighting your brother for the couch that faces the T.V.

Sophomore year’s CDW is by far the worst. You have a car on campus, so you can go home if you choose, but once you get there, what the hell do you do? Chances are, you’re probably not friends with half of your “BFF’s” from the glory days, you’re wayyy too cool for the football game, and you’re 20, which means that even if you could buy booze, you have to drink it in someone’s garage or basement really quietly.

As a junior, you think it’ll be AWESOME. You’re 21, and you can hit the “bar scene.” However, if your town is like mine, the “scene” consists of one bar; it’s around the corner from your house, and is packed with your parents’ friends, old teachers, and everyone you never wanted to see again. You’re most likely out the door after three of those, “Oh my gosh Mrs. Miller, I love Fairfield.” My advice after four years of CDW? Stick to Betty’s lasagna and the “America’s Next Top Model” Marathon. He Said also fully endorses this theory (though he prefers “The Hills”).