That moment when you’re conversing with a friend over lunch in a restaurant close to your office and you recognize the man who has just walked in as one of the many semi-attractive frat guys who used to mill around the cafeteria in college, and he recognizes you too (you can tell because he looks at you a little too long), but neither of you says anything because neither of you ever knew each other’s name. And if you ever did, you’ve forgotten it by now.
oh man I cried out of loneliness for WEEKS after starting college. just like, walking to class in the morning, when suddenly, TEARS.
i did most of my crying in the shower, so it’s a good thing my roomies became some of my best friends because i doubt i kept that sad little secret
One time I cried so loudly in my dorm room that a girl in the next room yelled through the wall to ask if I was okay.
Man, that first semester of freshman year was hard. I was sooooo homesick (both for Austin and my family) and it took me months to find true friends to connect with. Spring semester I started music theory class and got to know the gal who is still my best friend.
Your eyes are about to piss tears.
That quote reminds me of an experience I had in college (back when I wrote fiction somewhat regularly). I submitted a short story written from a male POV to the literary magazine and it was judged anonymously. It was accepted, and then they discovered I, a female, had written it.
This gal who was on the staff commented to me, “We thought a guy had written it!”
Katie Couric takes on sexual assault and victim-blaming on college campuses on 60 Minutes.
“This is a financial disaster for the next generation.”
I can believe it.
oh, Storycorps. *wipes tears from eyes*