Author Tina Masciadrelli

As the days of second semester begin to decrease, the number of misspelled text messages and slurring drunk dials seem to increase.

We all get it at some point in our lives, the classic case of drunk dialing and drunk texting. It almost makes me wonder what life was like before cell phones. The game was completely different. Now you can request a booty call in transit from the bar to your house and most likely receive a response within seconds. I'm not sure if this technology has been more of an advantage or a form of complete embarrassment.

As February approaches, we find ourselves either looking to continue hooking up with that special someone, or finding a way out of a dead end relationship.

This time next week, we will all be home prepping for that big night called Thanksgiving Eve. It is the one night when you can guarantee that you will see everyone from your high school class at the bar.

When you look up Fairfield in college books, you see something like this: 1) gorgeous people looking like they stepped off the pages of a J.Crew magazine 2) senior housing on the beach and...3) terrifying registration stories.

I would like to start by saying that I hope everyone has recovered from a crazy Halloween weekend; it's time to put away your costumes and blonde wigs and start fresh with the beginning of November. This month brings upon us crisp air, visions of Thanksgiving dinners and even a new President. Because I write this column on Sunday nights, I cannot make some profound statement about which candidate has been chosen but I can talk about a somewhat lighter and less controversial topic called daylight savings.

Oh October - as fall approaches, the weather gets chilly and while us girls are getting excited about shopping for new sweaters, jackets and boots, the boys start getting depressed because they know our tank tops and short skirts are being pushed to the back of our closets until we see the first signs of spring.

It's Sunday night and you are sitting around with your friends feeling confused, groggy, embarrassed and hung over from the weekend's extravaganzas. As college students, we will never completely avoid awkward encounters and humiliating traps, but let's take some time to look back and laugh at just how crazy we can get.