Editor’s Note: This is a weekly column series by an anonymous Springfield College student. To reach the writer, contact The Springfield Student at firstname.lastname@example.org.
Remember when we were in preschool, and we fell in love with the only boy in class who didn’t eat glue? Back when we thought our fake wedding ceremonies were real, and we were actually a real family while playing house? But then you got into a huge fight with your crush, that boy who made your little 4-year-old heart melt. When he sat next to the girl with the pretty blonde hair and a pink bow on the bus ride home from school instead of sitting with you, however, you thought you’d never love again.
Until the next day, that is, when you met Robbie, and your little heart melted all over again. Maybe that’s not entirely different from college. Lucky for us, the boys are not eating glue anymore…at least most of them aren’t. Now they’re putting something much worse into their bodies: Natty Ice.
But in all seriousness, there really is a huge connection between the above scenario and college. Think about it. You move in freshman year, (or to those who transferred, because let’s be honest, SC has the best tide pool to pick from) and you meet hundreds of new people. Half of them are going to be whomever you like, whether it be boys or girls. You have a great time at NSO, and then you have time to mingle before classes start.
Many times, the first person you’re attracted to is the first person you have that special connection with. Things may get hot and heavy (especially if you read my Language of Sex article). But then again, things may not.
The strangest part of all is many people think their first college hook-up is going to last through all the years to come. They believe that this is the be-all and end-all of relationships, and this first college love adventure will be forever theirs to cherish through sickness and health…blah, blah, blah. Then they see that special boy sitting with the pretty blonde girl with the pink bra in Cheney instead of answering their texts.
At first, they think everything is over, and that they could never possibly love again. Until they get into the omelet line and meet Robbie. Remember him? The boy who mended your broken little heart in preschool? Well, he’s back to do it again.
This is the important lesson that I want to teach everyone with this column. We need to understand the true similarity between our preschool selves and ourselves today. Back when we were little, we really thought our lives were over when that one boy changed his seat on the bus. And we have a similar problem today!
So maybe that boy in your anatomy lab kissed you and never called you back. Or maybe you saw that cute girl from the last party you went to sitting with some other guy in Cheney. We need to learn how to channel our inner preschooler, and wait for our next Prince Charming to pick up his Natty Ice. We might have a bad first experience at school, or maybe even a bad second or third, but that doesn’t mean that we give up! All it means is that you have another opportunity to meet another great Pride student to lip bite at.
Until next time, my sexy readers!