How to Make Friends
If your internal monologue is getting a little dry and your friends from home have abandoned your group chat, it might be time to reach out and make some friends. Here’s how in six easy steps:
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If your internal monologue is getting a little dry and your friends from home have abandoned your group chat, it might be time to reach out and make some friends. Here’s how in six easy steps:
Rides, fried foods, lively performances and closer interactions with a cow than you ever knew you wanted.
Let’s talk about Tinder. The wildly popular app has fostered more booty calls and regret than has ever been achieved by a single form of technology, and yet everyone has been on it.
“This is group therapy,” my history professor declares, holding up his phone so the whole lecture hall can see its blank, lifeless screen. He insists upon 50 minutes of this cell phone detox twice a week during his lectures. While this is a more than reasonable request during class time, as it is necessary to focus on the material being presented, I always wonder about the implications of this “therapy” outside of Gambrell 153.
Your friend comes over and complains to you for an hour about their significant other. Someone who is inconsiderate, disrespectful and generally everything Taylor Swift has ever written a song about. You think to yourself, finally, this time they are going to break up and you won’t have to keep having this same conversation over and over again. Next thing you know, your friend calls their significant loser and talks to them for 10 minutes. When they hang up your friend is halfway out the door to go to that person, wherever they are. Tune in next week for the same exact thing.
The lights went dim in the Russell House Ballroom and the crowd went wild, as Saturday Night Live’s Aidy Bryant casually strolled onto the stage in a pizza costume.
Angelina Jolie stands on the cover of People magazine looking down at her feet and playing with her hands in a wedding dress. Through the photographer’s lens she is a blushing, submissive bride, the icon of marital bliss. It’s clear that she is a bride in this photo, but you wouldn’t guess she was worth $18 million.
I walked home alone last night, from Russell House to the Women’s Quad. The walk takes about eight minutes, tops, but when I do reach my room I breathe a sigh of exhaustion. Fear is tiring. Unfortunately, as a female student on an urban campus, fear is my life.