If you’ve seen , it’s analogous to how Dug, the talking dog, gives himself whiplash when he sees a squirrel. No matter how cool are the parties involved are, it’s awkward, difficult, and forced to attempt to smoosh your boyfriend into your existing circle.You have to constantly explain inside jokes to both sides, pick an appropriate level of touchiness (to snuggle or not to snuggle when around other people? The cocky kind that think they are the shit, and recieve a respective ass kicking.
You could easily party the night away and still successfully write a paper two hours before class started.
It was that time when you could easily switch majors (I switched mine about three times,) and during your underclassmen days you could put your emotions on the line & give love a shot.
I couldn’t think straight or feel anything besides a sickening knot in my stomach and the crushing feeling of hopelessness.
“You’re gonna look back one day and you’re gonna go, ‘What in the hell was I thinking? I was a first-semester college student, and my high school relationship of three years was over.
All I can offer to the freshman on campus is: Welcome to college—where friendship, stress, hormones, partying and adulthood are taken to a different level.