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As the hangovers from Victory subside and the first slew of tests creep upon us this week, campus is looking drab, weary, and in desperate need of a throwback. With Beyonce entrancing and enticing all shapes and sizes during the Superbowl, teasing us with her quick rendition of Destiny’s Child, I saw it fit to pay some homage to those 90’s R&B girl groups that provided us with so many good memories.

TLC - My go to jam back in the day. What girl didn’t belt out the lyrics to Waterfalls. Glued to the television, Tionne (T-Boz), Rozonda (chilli), and Lisa (Left-Eye) danced in their white sexy cutout jumpsuits to No Scrubs, as we all joined along in our mirrors. 

Blaque – If you don’t know Blaque, you clearly aren’t an avid girl group fan of the 90’s. Even though Blaque is less well known, “Bring it All to Me” was a staple song of our era. My old roommate and I used to blast this song in our dorm room as we caked on our makeup and strapped on our heels. Bring it All to Me was the definition of slow jamz.

We’ve been dreading this week for months, attempting to trick our minds into believing that the reading days were actually just generous days off in celebration of a random holiday. In reality, we knew that the days we skipped class because we were too hungover were catching up to us, and catching up to us fast. Procrastination suddenly became our bestest pal, as we sat together bundled up in blankets watching Revenge and Gossip Girl, wasting the time away that we could’ve been using to study for our psychology final.

The only true way to get through finals is quite simple. First, consistently moan and b*tch about how tired and stressed out you are and how loud the screams from your parents disappointment are going to be to anyone who will listen. Make sure to over exaggerate, otherwise your problems will seem miniscule in comparison to the guy whose parents are not going to pay for his car insurance unless he gets a 3.5. Second, make sure to cope with your surmounting stress by eating large amounts of chipotle, JJ’s, and cane’s. No one wants to pity a skinny girl with study issues. Third, take super long inconvenient naps to add on to your anxiety, make sure to sleep past your alarm on multiple occasions. Fourth, anything other than lulus and a sloppy bun are unacceptable. Fifth, stalk everyone on Facebook who has a public profile dating back to circa 2008. If you run out of people, create at least 3 new, unnecessary boards on Pinterest.

In short, my advice to you is to whine louder, eat more, sleep longer, and stalk harder. 

Girls dress up to go to Avenu in their highest heels, shortest skirts, and teasing tops only to plaster desperation on their foreheads. Surrounded by their girl friends, mingling and scoping out the boy scene, they unknowingly are c*ck blocking themselves.

Most girls turn down guys that they see as inadequate or simply just not hot enough, but what they forget to realize is that guys like what other guys have. It gets as simple as the kindergarten rules of the playground. Each kid wants the toy that they other kid has. Have you ever realized that when one of your girls starts dating one of your guy friends all of his friends suddenly seem to notice how hot she is? Seeing that another guy is interested, somehow gives these idiots the green light to realize everything that they so often previously overlooked. Girls see a guy get into a relationship on Facebook and automatically cross them off of their potential hookup list. Guys see a new FBO relationship and are immediately drawn to the girl 100 times more.

The trick here is to think before you turn someone away. When a guy who is not your type approaches you at the bar, don’t be so quick to turn him away. A guy paying attention to you is better than no guy glancing your way, trust me. I’m not saying go home with him, but at least let him buy you a drink. You never know which guy will notice!

My communications teacher stands at the front of the class, casually sipping from his diet coke bottle as he attempts to explain to us the ethics of communication. He starts to explain to us how important it is to have a set of morals when in the business, considering we will be put in compromising situations where we have to choose to stick by our morals or stick by our paycheck. To keep our attention, he poked fun at us for our continuous and obnoxious use of “YOLO.” He reminded us that yes, you do only live once, so “live good.”

My teacher got me thinking.. is YOLO a motivational guideline to live our lives by that we’ve now changed into a rationalization for being sloppy and stupid? No matter how annoyed you get by hearing other people say it, you know in turn you’ve said it yourself while cheering to the 5th shot of Svedka you and your friends are about to down.

Since the rapper, Drake, (aka my boyfriend), put on blast “it’s the motto ***** YOLO”, our generation has turned it into a way to make our conscious feel better about whatever mistakes we made blackout the night prior. Every girl has said it after shacking, or the boulevard, and even after Wine Wednesday. We’re all allowed to have our nights, our mistakes, and our regrets, but the point about having those is to learn from them, not to brush them off. Sooner or later, YOLO becomes the rationalization for your failing grades and ruined reputation.