You Know Your A College Student When…

You know you’re a college student when you wash your clothes in the sink…roll a trolly (shopping cart) back to the grocery store from your appt…eat free sausages and hash browns on white bread…mix cheap beer and wine…use a grocery basket as your recycling bin…

 

Thursday. St. Patty’s Day. Class ended at 12 so I decided to learn how to wind surf. I am officially addicted. I found my way to Lake Pupuke on the North Shore near where I live and found the $25 lessons offered on weekdays. I picked it up pretty quick, but it was a calm day so I will have to see what happens next week. As I was falling asleep that night and the next I had the muscle memory engrained in my arms, just like when I was fishing and could only think of untangling lines and pulling up fish. I begrudgingly went to the city to celebrate leprechaun day. I am not a fan of cities unless I am in a city mood and quite frankly I had enough bussing and up-hill walking during the week. You can basically expect the same thing every time; ear-bleeding music, sweaty creeps, smoking sluts and an array of strangers whom you will probably never see again… thankfully for some. A taxi driver cat-called me. What is this?!

 

I’ve had 3 more sausages with onions and tomato sauce on white bread. There is actually a “Meat Club” at my school and it is $10 to join which includes all you can eat sausages every other Tuesday. No, I did not join because I have had enough sausages to last a lifetime as cliché as that sounds.