The last time I checked, “freshman girl” does not translate to “easy.” Or “brainless.” Or “sloppy drunk.” True, it does imply the bottom of the food chain and gives way to countless awkward encounters in the unpleasant “getting to know the ins and outs of Fairfield” phase, but “likes it when drunk seniors find them infatuating on a Friday night?” No. At least, not for all of us.
Seriously, I just can’t fathom why older guys think freshmen girls are some sort of game that requires the definitive label “I came, I saw, I conquered” before they move onto the next one.
Yeah, I get that many of us girls bring that kind of attention on ourselves, but dudes, seriously, one doesn’t make the many. We’re not all like that. Believe it or not, we’re not all fascinated by upper classmen and your “suave” – or, more realistically, totally immature – advances.
Personally, I don’t care that you’ve got a house on the beach, and I don’t care that your roommates are out for the night. And, more likely than not, I’m not nearly as drunk as you are because – call me crazy – but I like to remember how I got back on campus the next morning.
Now, before a guy comes running up to me and starts yelling about how delusional and closed-minded I am, let me say that I actually have met some decent upper classmen who cared what I had to say while they remained sober. I’m not stereotyping here; I’m just reflecting upon my first semester at college.
Let me also put onto the table that we freshmen did in fact pass high school, and some of us are even on scholarships. Likewise, we are eighteen, which is old enough to be standing halfway across the world right now with guns in our hands. That means we’re big girls; right before I left home, my mommy even let me cross the street without holding her hand – I know, a big step.
So we’re not all that dumb, and we are fully capable of making coherent decisions. It seems that there are two classes of professors: the “This is college! Straighten up and fly right!” type, or the “Now, class, this is college. Does everyone know how to use Google?”
All that aside, there are actually some perks to being one of the newest additions on campus.
For one, the whole “I’m sorry, professor, I didn’t realize that the first floor of Canisius was actually one flight up” really worked wonders my first week here.
And having my Intro to Theater class up at the PepsiCo? Priceless. I had to “wait for cars to pass” well over ten minutes into class.
It seems that everyone is actually expecting all the freshmen to be less-than-stellar, so when one of us actually does stand out, it seems to make a pretty good impression. It’s a pretty small campus here, and we need to be extra careful with every move we make.
And then there’s Barone. Well, maybe I should save that debate for another day…
—Sent from my Verizon Wireless Blackberry
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