I am never alone in college. Sure, I have the elevator to myself occasionally and sometimes my roommate is at class when I’m not, but usually there is always someone else nearby. This is drastically different from my high school experience.

Of course I would spend every high school moment from that morning bell—which seemed to ring earlier and earlier as my senior year wore on—to the final bell with my friends by my side. I was part of a bunch of different groups, all of which met after or before school and surrounded me with people. But at home, I had solitude.

With both my parents working and my brother off at college, I spent many nights doing homework, watching bad television and heating up leftovers all by myself. Some may think that would be lonely, but I really liked the peace and quiet.

It’s never quiet here. And sometimes I like it; with all the commotion, I haven’t had time to get homesick or have a culture shock freak out. There’s a feeling of community when I walk around campus and see someone I know or when I strike up a conversation with a stranger in the dining hall. Yet every once in awhile I realize… I never have a moment to myself. Read More »

Listen up incoming freshmen: in a few weeks, you’re going to find yourself on a huge college campus full of more hook-up potential than you could ever dream. In the next few years, some of you will have long-term relationships, while many of you will engage in short-term hook-ups.

There are several types of college relationships that have an urban legend-esque feel to them: the sexy school girl and the married professor, the sexy school girl and the teaching assistant, and, of course, the sexy school girl and the resident assistant.

I have never hooked up with one of my RAs, but that’s because I’ve only ever had female RA’s. Still, I know plenty of people who have dabbled in these waters. I’m not here to condone or condemn the practice, because I’ve certainly had my fair share of regrettable trysts, but I am here to lay out some of the baggage that comes with such a hook up.

First of all, consider the fact that even inter-floor mating can lead to year-long awkwardness. If you fear the inevitable walk of shame, imagine the anxiety that comes with the chance that one of your floormates sees you leaving the RA’s room in last night’s bar clothes. Even if you survive the W.O.S, you risk the rumors and reputation — people are more apt to label someone “the girl that banged the RA” than “the chick who nailed whatshisname in 5B.” Even worse, if you can’t handle the tension of a chance meeting on the elevator (or on the way to the showers), you are biting off more than you can chew with by shacking up with your RA.

Your RA is someone you will probably have to turn to throughout the year. He’ll be the one to let you into your room when you are locked out wearing only a towel. This means he also has the master key to your room (not implying anything, just saying). He’s also someone who will have to keep tabs on you throughout the year. He’ll be writing you up for dorm parties, open containers, and that hole in your wall that you forgot to fix before move-out day. This fact alone can open up a brand new can of worms in Relationship Land. Read More »

So it’s Friday. Friday, February 1st.

I’m not sure what there is to say about February. It’s…still cold? Sometimes it rains? Stores are attempting to force me into Spring (which is like, still 3 months away) by claiming that I’ll be perfectly fine in short skirts and short sleeved-tops? Valentine’s Day is right around the corner, gearing up to bombard my eyes with diamond commercials and make me feel like the town leper for not having a significant other?!

Yeah. February. Not my favorite month.

Anyway, you may have noticed that we’ve got a lot of new fantastic writers over here at CC, and our older writers are continuing their badass streak of…badassery. Because it’s February and that blows, and because I love our readers more than store-bought chocolate cake with huge globs of frosting (do I hear an amen?!), I wanted to give my version of a Valentine’s Day present:

An offer to start molding the site to your preferences.

(I was almost gonna go with a singing telegram…but then I was like, nah. Singing telegrams are so 2007)

Are there things you’d like to see more of on CollegeCandy? Topics you’d like to see covered? More hot guys? More hot girls? Contests? Our daily attempts at coming up with the meaning of life?!

Shoot me a comment below and let me know what’s in that wonderful head of yours. We might just listen.

As the day of absolute shock comes to a close, students and the community torn apart by this event prove that they can band together in this time of need.

See the photos of support here.