…come back to life. I’m back. This blog has been more than a little neglected, but you should blame my professors. But that’s all in the past. Looking back this has been nothing short of an amazing year. I’ve met new people, done things that I’ll never forget, and yes, even experienced more than my fair share of troubles.
It really seems like yesterday the cars lined Spruce Street and people descended on the Quad like bees to honey (or pre-med students to extra review sessions, as I have found). Since then things have changed a lot. First drink, second drink, first kiss, third drink…you get the picture. But of course that’s not the important part. The important part are all of the amazing people I’ve met.
Let’s just say my parents might’ve had a point when they said “OOHHHHH it’s the Ivy League!” …but I’d never tell them that.
ADORBS.
Slightly confused as to what happened here, but looks like something I want to do.
My favorite late night drunken activity. Unfortunately I land on my way too often. Obviously I am not getting drunk enough.
I don’t know why this is so funny, it just is too me.
YOU COULD SAY INDIA IS A TURD-WORLD COUNTRY?
AYEE ;) THATS A PUN. THANK YOU, GOOD NIGHT.
This pretty much sums up what I learned my first week at an Ivy League school. THIS (and booze) IS WHAT MY $50k A YEAR PAYS FOR. FML.
(Source: gorilla-manor, via bisous-francais)
I feel like this applies to at least 50% of the guys at my school. Better than the 99.9% of dudes at my high school I guess.
(Source: lasanha)
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