There are so many things that will happen to you at Michigan State University. College is the place that we make lifelong memories to reminisce over a glass of wine [TB1]. Some of those memories will be amazing oneâs that youâll tell over and over again at your future reunions. Others will be some that maybe youâd rather not resurrect, but despite your pleas, your friends bring them up anyways. Regardless of the reason behind the memories, they will be oneâs that you wonât forget. Or be able to live down.
Once the first snowflake falls, not only do most people forget how to drive, but salt apparently doesnât exist on Michigan Stateâs Campus. One could follow suit, and ride the bus to class, though most of the kids on campus are also thinking the same thing. Ones chances of actually getting on the bus are slim to none. Best bet would be to brave the cold and walk to class. Youâll end up noticing that every sidewalk is slick, and with every step your feet are sliding out from under you. Sooner rather than later, youâll see the person in front of you biff it and fall on their ass. Whilst laughing at someone elseâs pain, you wonât really be paying attention to that spot of black ice in front of you. Next thing you know, karma has you staring up at the sky with a throbbing tailbone.
Weâve all had those days where we have to drag ourselves out of bed to go to that 8:00 a.m. class that we regrettably signed up for. As if the early class isnât enough, chances are youâll be running late, and everything that can  go wrong, will  go wrong. If youâre anything like me and you wear make up every morning, then youâll end up redoing your wings at least three times. Eventually settling on âgood enough.â If you know anything about the bus system on campus, then youâll know that the bus stops for no one. My advice to you: be at the stop ten minutes in advance. Otherwise you may be that person that ends up running after the bus as it pulls off. Waving your arms wildly, the hopes that the driver will be sympathetic towards that one poor soul, are quickly diminished.
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Drunken mishaps and party fouls are bound to happen while in college. Though letâs hope that random weekend hookups, arenât one of those. Otherwise you may end up doing the walk of shame, and the subject of drinking fountain conversations on your floor. Though if youâre lucky enough to not do the walk, maybe youâll witness one. It only took me a few weeks into the school year to see my first walk of shame. Watching someone scurry home in the early morning hours in the wrinkled party clothes they had on the night before. Hair thrown up into a messy bun, make up smeared, eye lashes dangling precariously.
Within some point at your time at Michigan State University, one of your classes will be in a giant lecture hall. One that can hold 600 students maybe, with three projector screens, and the seating is a little bit too close for comfort. End seats are a luxury, and ones that donât ever last long. Showing up fifteen minutes prior to class starting will more than likely guarantee one of these seats. But if you like to show up to class right before it starts, then youâre doomed to one of the seats smack dab in the middle of the row. Looking down the row, past about ten or so people, you contemplate if this class is really worth it or not before you begin shimmying your way past your fellow students. Stepping on toes and repeating âExcuse me,â âSorry,â âMy bad,â finally you make it to your seat. Itâs happened to me. As you go to set your bag down, it smacks the person next to you, knocking all their papers on the floor. Bending down to scoop them up, you nail your thigh on the seat, guaranteeing a bruise for the days to come
Michigan Stateâs campus is huge, for some, never-ending. To match itâs large campus, the population of gorgeous, model-like men is outstanding. Enough to make one feel pretty out of place. And with all these men, itâs hard not to stare sometimes. At first youâll be embarrassed when they catch you admiring their stunning jaw bone, baby blues, and muscular body. Blushing and hiding your face, youâll turn away and more or less run for the hills. Youâll eventually get to the point where youâll stop caring when they catch you staring.
Public humiliation is by far, the worst kind. Especially in front of 100+ people. Be wary of those professors that have zero qualms about calling students out in class. Most of them have microphones on so the entire class can hear the lecture, and believe me, the entire class and some will hear. I had a professor that would always find people sleeping or on their phones, and had no problem pointing them out. Of course it was funny listening to him yell at someone to wake up, wondering why they are sleeping in his class. It was always clear that they were embarrassed as their ears and face would heat up instantly.
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Moving in with a roommate was definitely one of the hardest parts of college. Whether you move in with someone you know, or decide to go in blind, living with someone is an all-around new experience. My first few weeks were pretty crazy living with a roommate, but once we moved past our bumps , we have an unbreakable bond. So close that we have talks about poop, guys, even in our sleep. Itâs not uncommon for me to wake up to my roommate telling me that I was laughing/talking in my sleep. Or even more embarrassing, snoring. Thankfully weâre so close that all we do is laugh about it, or relate it some horror movie.
Whatâs worse than your roommate catching you snoring? Your entire class catching you snoring. My advice to you? Maybe donât go out the night before your early class. One, youâll more than likely feel like crap the day. Two, youâll be completely exhausted. So exhausted that you may end up falling asleep during your professorâs oh-so-interesting lecture. The wooden 19th century desks arenât comfortable by any means. Except when youâre slightly hungover and running off three hours of sleep. Sooner or later youâre knocked out, drooling on your lecture notes, and your neighbor is laughing while taking a snapchat video.
Living away from home sucks. To put it nicely. Youâre always having to cook for yourself, or at least learn to use a microwave. And eventually, once you run out of underwear, youâll have to start doing your own laundry. Or at least hire someone who knows how to do laundry. Just an FYI, wash darks in cold water, whites in warm (youâll thank me later). The trek to the laundry room may be a long one, thankfully for me itâs just down the hall and around the corner. For others, itâs all the way in the basement. Somewhere along the way, you may end up losing some of your luggage-a pair of undies? Then naturally, just your luck, an extremely attractive person will pick them up, asking if they are yours.
College is full of tripping, falling and dropping. To top it off, the showers arenât placed in a very convenient place either. The constant struggle of needing to walk to the end of the hall and back, just to go to the bathroom is ridiculous sometimes. Especially when you have an arm full of shower stuff and a towel. In the midst of juggling all these things, if youâre not careful youâll end up losing your towel and giving everyone a show. This is one of the most embarrassing things that will happen to you at Michigan State University. But hopefully no one will be around to see your peep show.
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