Weekends are the worst in college. The campus feels so empty, and the days are so long. Even nice moments, like running into friends for breakfast and having iced hot chocolate don't feel as nice as I had hoped they would. I based my idea of what college would be like on what I thought Emily's college life was, which was based on her blog. I don't know if Smith is nicer than Geneseo or Emily is just a good writer, but I'm never really happy here. I'm rarely unhappy, but I hate this numbness. I'm trying to fill my time with studying. My classes aren't terribly challenging, but I hope that just translates to a lot of A's.
The entire campus feels grimy, like the combined sweat and breath of every person on campus has condensed all over every surface. Even showering makes me feel dirty. Sitting at my desk, eating raisin bread, listening to This American Life archives and copying my psych notes over into my Willow-like colored pen system should be a fun way to spend a Saturday. Emily would make it sound glamorous and collegiate. I don't know what I'm doing wrong, but something isn't right here.