I Believe in Auburn…and Love It!

       Whoever said high school was the best years of your life was smoking some serious drugs. College is the best experience you can ever hope to have. Things that mattered so much in high school, don't matter worth a shit now. The cattiness of high school and the insecurities and the drama all fade away when you come to college. Things are so much freer and people are so freaking accepting that sometimes I wake up and wonder: is this real life? 
        Even trekking to class everyday doesn't dampen my mood. Most days my classes don't start till 11, i have an hour for lunch, and then classes end at 2:50. I get to take naps whenerrrrr i want and if i wanna go grab some chick fil a, go to the
 library (lame), or stay out late I CAN. nobody is my boss but me and I lurve it. I seriously meet new people everyday and being on a campus this large can bring in some pretty cool and some pretty weird cats. I don't know if its the newfound freedom, but i can only count on one hand the people that I don't like and have just met. Auburn is seriously the friendliest, most approachable place on earth. It's not like a creepy HI!!!! wherever you go, it's just a feeling of being comfortable when you have to grab some lunch alone and work on your laptop. Its the feeling of walking into a class of 250 and not knowing a soul but when you walk out you know at least 3 and they'll remember your name next week. It's a tangible feeling of a home you've never known and i couldn't be happier. One thing that can just tick anyone off might just be the avid cyclists milling about campus. They are the most inconsiderate people on this earth i think. I applaud them on their ability to maneuver between the crowds and narrowly escape confrontations with trash cans and cars alike but whenever i hear a chain clinking or pedals pumping i know i'm going to have to jump out of the way. Must be the irrational fear of getting my heels clipped. People stare a lot here, too. Like i constantly have to ask Haley if I have grown a third eye or something the way people stare. Everybody stares at everyone, guess its just a curiosity thing. At least put on some sunglasses so I can't see your eyes please. Just so you know, a tigercard is the best thing ever invented. During my lunch break, I buy some sushi, philly rolls, and a DP and go eat with my friends Bethany and Lil Logan. I just swipe that little card and its done. It's amazing and I eat dinner at chick fil a like every night. Panda express comes to Auburn today!!! Totes excited, come on freshman 50.

      College wasn't completely what I expected. The fact that I just let go of so many factors of my old life and embraced all college has to offer is scary. It's easy to forget about Trinity and the people who go there. When you don't see people everyday and you're insanely busy, they start to fade. Sure, some people who are so important to me still remain in my sight but others…just aren't there anymore. I thought when I went back for the Trinity football game I would be more nostalgic and weepy but truth be told, there is so much more out there than that small bubble of my home town and school. I've met so many people from different walks of life and I really have grown up in the short weeks i've been here. Having to fend for yourself all the time and manage your time, money, and relationships can cause someone to mature and not take things for granted. My mindset of thinking has also been affected. It's surprisingly easier to deal with things when I know I am not alone. I have a whole sorority and other friends to lean on to get me through hard times and I am so thankful for that. Haley is my roomy and we go everywhere together! Dinner, Chapter, Swaps, Phi Tau, Gym, and laundry are all together and I love that I don't have to worry about being alone all the time. Well, I'm tired which is always the case. I'll try and blog about my upcoming events soon. Can't wait for this weekend and the game! yeah, I have a date. I'll post pics. 


I had a way then losing it all on my own, 
I had a heart then but the Queen has been overthrown,
And I'm not sleeping now the dark is too hard to beat, 
And I'm not keeping now the strength I need to push me.

You show the lights that stop me turn to stone, 
You shine It when I'm alone,
And so I tell myself that I'll be strong,
And dreaming when they're gone.

'Cause they're calling, calling, calling me home, 
Calling, calling, calling home. 
You show the lights that stop me turn to stone, 
You shine It when I'm alone. 
    Ellie Goulding is my girl and Lights is my jam. Bassnectar biatch.
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What Would You Doooo….For a Bid?

     War Damn, ya'll. I'm back to the blogging world. Why you may ask? Because I am experiencing my first instance of boredom in college life. That's right: mandatory study hours in the chapter room. Little blog world, there is so much to tell about my new life that i won't be able to fit it all in one blogpost. That would be insane! Let's start off by saying college is the best time of your life thus far. The unyielding freedom in every aspect of life is intoxicating. Like, i'm in awe every single day at how much fun i'm having and how happy I am. Sure the long trek to class each day and the never failing heat can be a bummer but i would take that instead of being stuck in montgomery any day.

    Auburn is perfect. The town is precious and really not too small. The campus is gorgeous, my room isn't that bad, and almost everyone is awesome. I've met so many great new people. Don't get me wrong, there are a bunch of creepers out there but even those creeps are still pretty cool. I'll dedicate a post to all the sorority and frat stereotypes and whether those involved live up to their name. So before I could have all this fun, i had to endure a minor portion of hell. That would be RUSH, ya'll and its the closest thing to torture anyone could ever imagine. You spend your days primping and polishing until you are thrust into the heat for extended periods of time only to be teased with a promise of air conditioning. For small portions of time, you are sent in single file, with about 75 other girls, into a small, seemingly ornate chapter room where about 100 or more screaming sorority girls await you. During these painful moments of time, small talk is forced with your assigned hostess. During these minute and scathingly shallow conversations, you are judged on what you wear, how you talk, how pretty you are, how much you weigh, your hair, and any other possible thing you can think of. One of the scariest parts? the person and the people you are switched off to, know almost everything about you. They've read and studied your transcript and Facebook like you're the biggest exam of their lives and failure is not an option. As badly as you are trying to impress these girls, they're trying equally as hard to impress you. Touring around 17 different sororities trying to find the perfect fit can be a little overwhelming, especially when all you have milling about are about 1,500 girls all vying for a chosen spot in Auburn's elite. The cattiness and potential eye clawing, not to mention blatant body scans, blood curdling stares,  and high pitched wails are enough to make anyone want to drop out of the whole process all together. What you need is a strong support system and a hot shower every night.
      As each day wears on and the emotional turmoil begins to kick into overdrive, girls are cut from favorites and the phrase "my life is over" resonates around the village. While I never felt so at a loss for hope, I did feel the weariness of a week filled with cheer, first impressions, fraudulence, heat, paired with the need to form ties with people you barely know and not knowing what will happen tomorrow can impede on anyone's sanity. In the end, you end up where you are supposed to be. Through the tears, the blisters, the sore, rusty throat, the sweating, and the mental breakdowns at 2 in the morning, you wait in your line on bid day. Hundreds of people are there to watch the reactions. Whether you cry, laugh, scream, or trample each other, each action is welcome for the crowd. As you wait in anticipation for Aubie to roll up and deliver your bid, could be one of the worst feelings in the world. After you get your bid and rip it open and run to your letters, life is never the same. Seriously, it isn't. Tri Delta runs my life and I love it. I gotta sleep and get ready for class but i'll blog about sorority life so soon. Auburn is great, sincerely. War Damn Eagle Bitches.

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