When I pen an article for Crushable from the perspective of a college senior each week, I try to be topical, insightful and incisive. I try to write about things that bother me about college or, on occasion, I try to dispense some light-hearted advice about the bubble that is living in the American university. This week, as I hustled to finish a senior thesis, two take-home finals and a term paper, and finally, tomorrow, begin my work-free winter break, I thought about what I might ramble on about this week.
But quickly my brain turned to mush. I don’t want to tell you to do anything. Because it’s winter break, which I’m never going to get again. More
Being in college is all about getting on track for your professional life – or cultivating your brain with a useless English degree, or getting drunk – the point being, you don’t have a real job. Accordingly, you shouldn’t have a snazzy automated email signature at the end of all your emails. Make it stop! More
Though you might have taken it for granted each time you jotted your social security number on a standardized test or a college application, you probably didn’t realize that those numbers were actually a pretty terrific privilege during the college process. More
When you’re in college, the legal consumption of alcohol is either a new privilege you’re thrilled about or a rite of passage you can’t wait to happen. As a result, alcohol is a great novelty to the late teen/early teen mind, ain’t it! While the average twenty-year-old Joe might once have settled for a bottle of chilled mediocre vodka mixed with cheap cranberry juice, today’s young imbibers want something more: we want our alcohol to be novel. Whether it comes in the form of dessert or through an eyeball, oucor peers are finding stupider and stupider ways to ingest booze! We have to stop them. More
For college students around the country, heading home for Thanksgiving means the best of times and the worst of times. Sure, you’ll snatch a few days off from classes, at least one warm home cooked meal. At the same time, it goes by way too quickly, you’re probably going to have to avoid your high school boyfriend and your parents are sure to question you all about classes. More
Did you dream of meeting Prince Charming as he trots on a horse down the path to your classes? Give it up, gals. Common college wisdom, articles all over the Internet and bad teen/college movies have likely instilled in you the belief that you’re going to meet the man of your dreams in a whole bunch of places around campus. The gym, the library and so on. More
Two years ago, there was a guy in my history class who I called “The Rockstar.” He wore leather jackets and a necklace and ripped jeans, and slouched with his legs wide open like Danny Zuko. In all reality, he was actually skinny, nerdy and almost girlish, but there in that classroom, he seemed like a hot commodity.
I’m not a particularly aggressive flirt, nor am I the kind of girl who falls for every guy she meets. For the most part, my lack of unrealistic fairytale expectations make me borderline cynical. But class crushes, damn, I have a tendency to fall victim to the illusion that they just might work out. More
By all classic stereotypes, studying abroad in another country during college is a dream come true: a hardly existent drinking age, better beer, easy classes and handsome men with accents. Bueno! Except sometimes, when you cross the pond, disaster strikes. As I sit here freezing in the drab and boring state of Pennsylvania, I polled some college friends for their best and most dramatic study abroad sagas. Before I begin sounding like an episode of Nightline, I’ll preface that no one got injured, but many laughs were had during these two heroic German escapades. More
Four Loko is the color of glow sticks. You likely didn’t know this, since you’ve been drinking the magical elixir from a can. Or, more likely, you haven’t manned up and downed a serving of the stuff.
The mainstream media coverage of Four Loko has generated a lot of hype, as well as the ceaseless circulation of meaningless terms like “blackout in a can” and “liquid cocaine.” I’d take a guess and say that most of the anchors reporting on the drink haven’t themselves experienced the can-induced blackout. So for the sake of journalism, I’ve taken the plunge. More
College (and life) is all about sacrifices, which sometimes ends in a lack of reading. We know, we know, it’s not that you didn’t want to read a scholarly article on the politics of urban segregation in post-industrial Detroit (it’s fascinating stuff, really), but you didn’t have time. Now let’s stop feeling bad about your hangover and talk about how you’re going to trick your professor into thinking you know what the hell is going on. More
overheard some girls the other day on my college campus saying, “How many Halloween costumes do we need? Is it three or four this year?”
I presume the purpose of this conversation was to figure out how many permutations of the slutty nurse outfit they might be able to finagle this year. Slutty doctor? Slutty EMT perhaps? More
I arrived home from my trip to visit a massive, football-loving state state school this weekend with what looked like a black eye that could have been the result of being punched in the face, or falling off a bike.
I had previously been of the opinion that partying was the easy part of the collegiate lifestyle. Such perceptions changed when I returned from visiting my friend. Tailgating a football game, or so I learned the hard way, can be a taxing affair for the uninitiated. More
Last week, I did something drastic. In a fit of ecstatic online fury, I hid my photos on Facebook. My profile now bears only a profile picture and my birthday. I left a few tame photo albums (read: family photos) … More
Once you’ve moved out of your parents’ house, staying on the same page as your Mom and Mom and Pop can be tricky. Parents want to know what’s up, and you don’t have the energy (or grace) to tell them what you’ve really going on in your life. In all likelihood, you’ve had a conversation with your mother which has gone something like this:
“So, any boys?”
“Whatever, I don’t know Mom.”
“Please leave me alone.” More