Disclaimer: this post is kind of a rant. I'm kind of sorry, but I figure that if you're putting in the effort to read this blog, you won't mind.
We've already established that I'm a total Harry Potter dork and ballet fanatic, so that pretty much solidifies my place in the circle of nerd-dom (a place I proudly occupy, might I add). In case you weren't entirely convinced of the extent that my nerdiness reaches, let me assure you that thesaurus.com is my favorite website, I thoroughly enjoyed all the books assigned in my high school English classes, and I sometimes read Wikipedia articles for fun.
But at the same time, I also pride myself in being relatively socially adept. I'm not ridiculously outgoing, but I can hold a normal conversation, function properly at large social events, talk comfortably to strangers on the phone and make new friends with relative ease. So while I embrace the dorkiness of my character, I have not quite yet reached the epitome of what society defines as nerd--the allergy-ridden, glasses-sporting, stunted, fashion-challenged string bean. I concede that I am pale to the point of translucence and have an obscene amount of freckles, but I haven't quite reached archetypal nerd image.
Yet I definitely do seem to have an ineptitude when it comes to functioning at college parties. Not all college parties, mind you--frat parties. And it's not that I can't handle the situation; it's that I don't understand how to enjoy them. Personally, a muggy room full of half-dressed people rubbing up against each other to the throbbing base of some terrible music does not sound like a good time to me. I just can't comprehend what is supposed to be enjoyable about the aforementioned scenario.
I mean, I like parties--just not that kind. I love being with people, I love music, I love dancing, I love socializing. CCM students actually throw some mean parties, but that's probably mostly because they're all zany, fun and slightly nerdy people themselves. I like other kinds of parties, but I just don't get the typical college party. Really, if I wanted you to rub your crotch against my butt, I would ask you to, but the fact that I'm a female and in the same room as you is not an automatic invitation to grind. C'mon people, common decency! Maybe at least ask my name and ask me to dance first! And no, thank you, I have zero desire to drink beer that tastes like pee, but knock yourself out; goodness knows you'll probably be unconscious at some point tonight.
It's not that I'm condemning the illegality or sexuality of a lot of what goes on at frat parties. I'm not a total square, I'm simply bored of seeing the same exact thing at every frat party I go to. I just want to understand, if I have to get dragged to these parties, please tell me how the heck I'm supposed to enjoy them!
So that is why, on this most poignant of Saturday nights--my last one as a CCM student in Cincinnati--I am sitting alone in my dorm room writing this blog, after having spent the last few hours packing and watching Friends. I don't mind; it's been productive and fun--and at least I won't wake up with a hangover tomorrow :P
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