5 Thoughts I Had at My First College Party

In true Halloweekend style, this past Friday night was my first “college party” experience. Well, perhaps I should actually say it was my first party in general, because I never went out in high school, either. Well, regardless of technicalities, the twenty to thirty minutes I spent with my friends in the basement of an off-campus house (the scene was declared “lame,” so we ditched early) were certainly memorable, if not for what actually happened if for the whirlwind of thoughts that went through my head. And because your thoughts never really happened if you didn’t later find gifs that told the story more accurately than your words ever could, here’s a compilation of the five main tracks my brain had on repeat. If it starts to sound unoriginal, just know my thought soundtrack was less repetitive than the music blaring at the party I went to.

Now let that sink in…

1. “Who are all of these people?”

    There’s nothing like walking down a narrow hallway with about thirty (Or was it one hundred? Who even knows) people you’ve never seen giving you the once-over to make you feel, well, small.

2. “It’s. So. Hot.”

    Living in an eighth floor dorm with no AC, I thought I knew what “hot” was. Turns out that basement had me beat. You learn something new everyday, I guess…

3. “Why is nobody dancing?”

    I’ve always the dance floor at college parties as a place where everyone reenacted the closing scene from Dirty Dancing, but gosh was I wrong. As it turns out, party goers like to embrace the “dirty” part, but the dancing? Not so much.

4. “Oh my God I just shoved that person.”

    Even though walking in front of people is second nature in New York (slow walkers, beware), I still felt guilty every time I shoved past someone in an effort to break through the crowd. I’d say it was a politeness thing, but if I’m being honest I also really, really didn’t want anyone spilling on me.

5. "I love my bed."

    Although my brief experience “out on the town” was enough to make me want to go out again sometime, I’ve also never been so happy to shut the door of my room and crawl into bed.

 

 

 

About The Author

A self-proclaimed dark chocolate hoarder living and learning in Manhattan. A book-lover at heart, Olivia can most often be found reading, doing yoga, or destressing on the swings in Riverside Park.