After a four hour drive from New York to Maryland, I was ready to finally get back on campus.

My mom pulled up alongside my dorm building, and I climbed my way up the three flights of stairs, dumped my bag in front of my room, and then walked two doors down to give my girlfriend a welcome back kiss. It wasn’t until after a minute or so of “I missed you!”s that I actually went back downstairs to start unloading my trunk.

I promise you I’m not a guy infiltrating CollegeCandy for a sociological study on women. I’m a girl just like the rest of us…save for the whole bisexual thing, that is. Believe it or not, there are plenty of members of the LGBT (Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual, and Transgender/Transsexual) community on campuses across the country. Hell, there’s even a directory that has a list of colleges that have gay and lesbian organizations – and these are only the ones with paid staff. But even with places like these, meeting the right significant other is just as hard, if not harder. Read More »

Okay, okay, I may be a bit biased on this topic, due to my heartbreak three years ago at the end of my freshman year of college. But every year around this time, I get a little nostalgic about this issue.

All of my first year, I dated a boy from high school who went to college 14 hours away from me, and we somehow managed to make it through the whole year with visits, emails, and a hefty phone bill. I could not wait to get home for the summer and live in the same town again. But, upon returning, it was evident that things were different between us and he broke up with me. I was devastated and could not understand why this had happened. What did I do wrong?

The thing that I wish someone had told me originally is that, in college, people CHANGE, in some way or another, no matter what. And that’s not always a bad thing! I know I have grown into who I am over these four years and feel confident in what I want to do with my life and how I will get there.

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A friend of mine began dating a girl. And by “began” I mean, slept with her the day they met.

Since then, he has been seeing this girl on a daily basis. He likes hanging out with her and he loves the sex. He insists that she is not his girlfriend, yet the amount of time they spend together tells a different story. A story that:

1) I am sure his lady friend is reading

2) makes it seem like this little relationship is turning into something more serious.

Yet, as he tells me, he doesn’t want a girlfriend. And “it is too early to have the relationship conversation, anyway. We are just having fun.”

I started thinking about his situation – how I would feel if I were him, if I were her, and just about the whole dating thing in general.

Dating for our generation is clearly a lot different than when our parents did it. Way back when, in the days when they were young, dating was a fairly structured process: boy eyed girl, boy asked girl on date, boy met parents, boy and girl went on a few more dates, boy formally asked girl to be his girlfriend, boy gave girl pin/sweater, boy and girl were officially a couple and held hands (and sometimes necked). Read More »

I bet your roommate sucks. Don’t worry, I understand. I have a twin sister and therefore have had to share living quarters with another girl for my entire life.

It’s cool and all when you’re six years old, and sharing space meant sharing Barbies, but once you hit 18 and it’s time for college…you’re probably going to want your roommate out during playtime.

You’ve probably already set up your dorm room, but there’s always a chance it could be set up better,with more of your own space, and with something we all desperately need.

No f*cking drama.

First things first:

No bunk beds. I know, I know, they save space and all that, but top bunk is only cool at summer camp. Plus with your roommate’s bed literally attached to yours you might as well be attached at the hip too. And can I just remind everyone that there’s nothing sexy (or mysterious) about climbing into a top bunk with a guy you’re hoping to bone.

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It’s a well-documented fact that it’s an awful decision to carry a long distance relationship into your first year of college.

You have the opportunity to experience freedom for the first time; are you really going to waste the first of the four best years of our life in the corner of your dorm room whispering sweet nothings into your guy’s ear, and teasing him about all the things you’re going to do to him the next time you see him, which could very well be months from now? Of course not.

Freshman year of college is where long distance relationships go to die. And that’s exactly the way it should be. Read More »

When I typed up that post about Mizzou’s “Tiger Grotto”, I’ll admit that I was slightly embittered. But deep down, I know I’m not exactly a Grotto kinda gal, so I was able to dismiss it with one mere huff-puff.

THIS, however, truly incenses me: student living replete with private bedrooms and baths, Rachel-Ray-ready kitchens, maids, plasma screens, fitness centers, swimming pools, hot tubs and tanning booths? Next thing you know, they’re going to be eating foie gras with ivory forks while Robin Leach narrates their every move.

Listen. Not to be all “When I was your age, I walked barefoot in the snow,” but the first dorm room I ever lived in (at my pre-transfer school, which will go unnamed, but for the record was expensive) was 10’ x 10’…. and I shared it.

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