Author Jackie Mautone

My Sundays have always been about being a bum - lying around with my roommates watching old episodes of "Friends" that we know all the lines to. Maybe, if we're feeling motivated, we'll make a half-ass attempt to get to the gym or crack open a book. However, the last two Sundays of my life were hijacked for one reason - Powder Puff practice - and I was not happy about it.

With Halloween around the corner, the conversation du jour has been costume selection. And every time it comes up, I want to run in the opposite direction. Sadly, I'm pretty much over Halloween. I'm still all about free chocolate, but once we hit college, trick-or-treating became (understandably) inappropriate.

When I showed up to Admitted Students Day pre-freshman year, I took one look around and thought, "Wow, I've never seen so many attractive people in my entire life." My mother had my future husband picked out before I unpacked my bed risers. This marked the beginning of, what I thought would be, a very exciting, boy-filled, college experience.

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.

Facebook. FB. "The Book." Regardless of what we call it, we are all mildly obsessed. Don't deny it, you know you check yours at least five times a day and possibly get your notifications sent to your e-mail and/or cell phone. It's how you passed the long hours at your nine-to-fiver this summer while pretending to be of some use, and how you put off writing that paper for the third day in a row.

There is only one restaurant in Fairfield County where tacos, fried cod and dessert pizza are included on the same menu - the restaurant my former Zagat-employed housemate would give four stars for ambiance and service: the Barone Campus Center dining hall.

You wake up, snuggled in the nook created by your bed and the wall, with the telltale signs of a hangover coming on. You turn over, and as you stretch and open your eyes, you notice the shape of a body underneath your blanket (THAT'S why you were shivering all night!).

It's so good to be back. If you spent your summer like I did, you were stuck in an overly air-conditioned cubicle working for zero dollars an hour and pretending to like it because of how "beneficial it will be to your future." If you were fortunate enough to have a paid internship, or better yet, not work at all, I hate you.