Introduction/what the heck is this?
“Well for starters, I spelled anonymous wrong…go me.”
This is our new blog series that will be updated by a member of our staff, who, for reasons that will become very obvious as you read on, will remain anonymous throughout the entirety of the series’ publication.
Fictional in content, it features the life of a Yalie girl who identifies as #TheStruggler. While everyone else around seems to be put together and constantly wearing their go-getter/high-achiever faces, #TheStruggler feels as though, for lack of a more adequate phrase, she just can not get her sh!# together.
This character stands to represent that little part of each of us, that – whether we want to admit it or not – is just a tad off, a wee bit awkward, or slightly strange…and therefore falls prey to some hilariously crappy circumstances.
So read on for some bitter – and sometimes all-too-close-to-real for comfort – satirical glimpses into the life of our very own #TheStruggler. And if you have suggestions for one of the character’s journal-like blog posts, then e-mail HerCampus Yale’s head editor, Alison Hutchinson, at alison.hutchinson@yale.edu and she will forward the message to the appropriate staff member.
#TheStruggler = partly me, partly you, partly friends, partly archetypes, partly fiction, partly non-fiction… But which part is which, I guess no one will ever know.
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Wednesday, October 9, 2013
First Woads night all year = #yess. I probably shouldn’t be going considering I’ve been really sick lately. But I hear the quickest way to cure any ailment is with a hang over that ravages your body with such pulsing force, after you can feel nothing else…well that, or a boy. But we’ll see which one comes first tonight. And I honestly can say that tonight I really don’t care which I get, nor do I know which I would prefer.
Either way, I’m only going out because it’s my friend’s birthday (honest!). You know, gotta rally for the cause! ..i’m such a good friend.
Thursday, October 10, 2013
That fu@#!ng blew.
Verdict: Toad’s during midterms sucks and all those Viva’s margaritas were definitely not worth it. à obviamente, since buzzfeed told me each one I had totaled an entire taco’s worth of calories: http://www.buzzfeed.com/video/… . Like for realz, next time I’ll just go to Taco Bell by myself and stuff my face – probably would be a better time than yesterday’s dance floor scene anyway.
I did, however, have fun going to the bathroom like 20 million times – not. Def gotta remember to work on that broken seal life doe.
Friday, October 11, 2013
Thank God It’s Friday!
But actually no. NO. Today I’m more like “no thank you Holy Ghost for this ridiculous, ridiculous day.”
Normally I like Fridays, I really do. But this one I knew was going to bad from the very start at midnight when I set my alarm for 20 minutes, in order to briefly rest my eyes (before having to memorize the first 18 lines of the general prologue of Chaucer’s The Canterbury Tales, of course). I kept the light on so I would actually get back up, but obviously I fell asleep for real instead. I then proceeded to repeatedly set my alarm later and later, each time it went off, until 5:45 a.m. rolled around and the knots of stress in my stomach tied themselves so tight I bolted straight up in bed. I then somehow managed to stay awake long enough to memorize those painful and convoluted lines of confusing a.f. Middle English.
Then I showered and went to get dressed, only to realize I didn’t have any clean pants. Yesterday I wore a really strange purple plaid skirt because of the same issue. Someone even asked me why I was wearing a kilt…I told them I wasn’t. I only own that thing anyway because of the common all girl private school your-skirt-legth-must-be-to-your-knees-or-else-we-will-see-you-here-on-Saturday-for-your-two-hour-dentention-during-which-you-will-write-us-two-five-paragraph-essays-about-integrity-and-personal-respect rule. So today I asked my suitemate to borrow some leggings. I’d rather break Blair Waldorf’s golden rule that leggings are not pants than wear my kilt again, with no underwear this time. Although the commando lifestyle – that I strangely experience way too frequently –, can indeed be very fun on certain days…today just wasn’t one of those days.
Oh yah, and no worries about the turn out of my memorization fiasco. I killed it during the real-time recitation. Honestly, if you didn’t know me prior to the presentation, you probably would’ve mistaken me for Geoffrey himself or something. It’s like really no big deal though.
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#TheStruggler