College Has Taught Me:
*Never take a sip of water out of an open water bottle without smelling it first.
*Drink a glass of water for every alcoholic drink you consume = no hangover.
*NEVER take 8 am classes. Impossible to physically function.
*It doesn't matter how much sleep you get. You're always tired.
*Always nap when you have the chance.
*People are kind and respectful, and for the most part accepting of everyone.
*It's totally normal to sit by yourself in the dining hall.
*There are always going to be people who are smarter than you, & that's ok. Be friends with them.
*If you do something stupid, chances are people will forget about it within a few days.
*If you have an awkward hook up with someone, don't be suprised if you see them around campus. At some point you will. I promise.
*That I love it so much better here than I do at home.
*There are hot and attractive people everywhere you go. Especially the gym.
*The freshman 15 is SO REAL. Eat healthy and workout!
*There is NOT as much drama in college as there is in high school. Point blank.
*You will feel pressured to drink and smoke, but don't feel like you HAVE to.
*High school didn't prepare me at all.
*You really do make amazing friends that last.
*One of the best experiences you'll ever have.
UMass Amherst '17
It's not even lunch yet and I'm already drinking.
Welcome to university.
Welcome to university.
Dying
in the Living Room
(A House Party)
(A House Party)
People are dancing to something they call
music
I thought the speakers caught a disease
It looks like everyone’s participating in a mass sacrifice
for some god guy by gulping a bath tub of alcohol
I don’t even drink that much water
but killing your brain cells is probably cool now
what isn’t these days?
Maybe I’m just old-fashioned, everybody’s in their bloom
while I’m lying on the sofa, dying in the living room
Turns out I was right
a girl got hospitalized
that’s when I’ve come alive
and began to write these lines
Maybe I’m just an oddball, drawn to the tragedy
of the girl in her doom, now she was dying in the living room
and me, now I'm living in the dying room.
I thought the speakers caught a disease
It looks like everyone’s participating in a mass sacrifice
for some god guy by gulping a bath tub of alcohol
I don’t even drink that much water
but killing your brain cells is probably cool now
what isn’t these days?
Maybe I’m just old-fashioned, everybody’s in their bloom
while I’m lying on the sofa, dying in the living room
Turns out I was right
a girl got hospitalized
that’s when I’ve come alive
and began to write these lines
Maybe I’m just an oddball, drawn to the tragedy
of the girl in her doom, now she was dying in the living room
and me, now I'm living in the dying room.
Alcohol.
Chapter 2
I went to talk to the teacher and he explained the class and what their daily routine was. He told me if I wanted to I could dress but it wasn't required. I decided to change anyway and went into the empty locker room. I changed quickly into yoga shorts and a sports bra. I slipped on my black nikes, put on a zip up hoodie and walked out of the locker room. "BREE START RUNNING LAPS." My teacher screamed at me as soon as I walked into the gym. "YOU HAVE 3 MINUTES TO GET READY PRINCESS. NO MORE. NO LESS." I looked surprised as I took off my hoodie and started running. I saw all eyes on me as I ran around the track. The coach stopped us all after 10 minutes of running. He told us to gather to the center of the gym. "Boys. This is Bree. She's going to be training with us this semester because there is no girls weight training class. Keep your hormones down, she's just a girl." He continued to talk and looked around, "Bree. I understand from your record that you're quite the athlete. So I'm going to pair you up with Jeff. Jeff raise your hand." A tall, dark haired guy with deep blue eyes and a dark tan raised his hand and smiled, "Jeff. There's your partner. Show her what to do. Boys- I mean everybody, go do your daily routines. Come back in 30 for stretching." He clapped his hands and everybody ran off to the weight room.
"Hi. I'm Jeff." The guy said walking towards me.
I smiled, "Bree. So where are all the girls?"
He laughed, "No girl at our school can handle this type of training. Most of them do dance or cheer."
I nodded, "Wow. How hard is this class?" I asked.
He smiled, "Every guy in here is a wrestler, football player or both."
"What are you?"
"I'm both. Football quarterback and wrestling captain. What sports do you play?"
"I'm a cheerleader and dancer. I've been doing gymnastics since I was 3. I play soccer and softball, basketball. And in the summer I swim."
He looked surprised, "That's where your rock hard abs come from." He said looking down.
I smiled, "I like being active."
"Lets go into the weight room." We walked away from the matt towards an ab machine. "So, where are you coming here from?" He asked.
"Michigan."
"That's far. Here, hop grab onto the bar." He said pulling a bar down towards me.
I grabbed onto it and started pulling myself up. I did 2 sets of 10 before stepping down.
"I'm impressed. I haven't met a girl who can even pull herself up once." He said with an appreciative smile.
I smiled and he pulled himself up on the bar and did the same thing.
"I can handle this. It's not hard." I shrugged my shoulders.
"Well. Let's give you a challenge then." He led me towards a machine. "Place your legs here, twist your body and grab onto that bar. Do that for each side. I'll support your back."
I looked at the machine and let my ankle grip the bar, I felt Jeff's warm hands on the small of my back. I started twisting around the bar. I felt my abs burning as I got higher and higher, I was half way there before I stopped.
"I quit." I said trying to catch my breathe. Jeff grabbed my hips and helped me off the bars. I collapsed on the floor with my hands on my abs.
He laughed, "You didn't even finish it off. It would of gotten a thousand times worse."
I shook my head, "Never again."
He had a water bottle and I took a huge swig, "It's time to go get changed though. See you later Bree." He said walking away.
I limped towards the locker room and got ready for the rest of the school day. I was completely sore as I walked out of the room.
The bell rang a few moments later and I looked at my schedule. My next class was right around the corner from the gym. I walked in and heard a voice behind me, "Have you been following me?"
sorrry about the long wait to write baes, it'll be good (:
http://www.polyvore.com/untitled_155/set?id=111015738
I went to talk to the teacher and he explained the class and what their daily routine was. He told me if I wanted to I could dress but it wasn't required. I decided to change anyway and went into the empty locker room. I changed quickly into yoga shorts and a sports bra. I slipped on my black nikes, put on a zip up hoodie and walked out of the locker room. "BREE START RUNNING LAPS." My teacher screamed at me as soon as I walked into the gym. "YOU HAVE 3 MINUTES TO GET READY PRINCESS. NO MORE. NO LESS." I looked surprised as I took off my hoodie and started running. I saw all eyes on me as I ran around the track. The coach stopped us all after 10 minutes of running. He told us to gather to the center of the gym. "Boys. This is Bree. She's going to be training with us this semester because there is no girls weight training class. Keep your hormones down, she's just a girl." He continued to talk and looked around, "Bree. I understand from your record that you're quite the athlete. So I'm going to pair you up with Jeff. Jeff raise your hand." A tall, dark haired guy with deep blue eyes and a dark tan raised his hand and smiled, "Jeff. There's your partner. Show her what to do. Boys- I mean everybody, go do your daily routines. Come back in 30 for stretching." He clapped his hands and everybody ran off to the weight room.
"Hi. I'm Jeff." The guy said walking towards me.
I smiled, "Bree. So where are all the girls?"
He laughed, "No girl at our school can handle this type of training. Most of them do dance or cheer."
I nodded, "Wow. How hard is this class?" I asked.
He smiled, "Every guy in here is a wrestler, football player or both."
"What are you?"
"I'm both. Football quarterback and wrestling captain. What sports do you play?"
"I'm a cheerleader and dancer. I've been doing gymnastics since I was 3. I play soccer and softball, basketball. And in the summer I swim."
He looked surprised, "That's where your rock hard abs come from." He said looking down.
I smiled, "I like being active."
"Lets go into the weight room." We walked away from the matt towards an ab machine. "So, where are you coming here from?" He asked.
"Michigan."
"That's far. Here, hop grab onto the bar." He said pulling a bar down towards me.
I grabbed onto it and started pulling myself up. I did 2 sets of 10 before stepping down.
"I'm impressed. I haven't met a girl who can even pull herself up once." He said with an appreciative smile.
I smiled and he pulled himself up on the bar and did the same thing.
"I can handle this. It's not hard." I shrugged my shoulders.
"Well. Let's give you a challenge then." He led me towards a machine. "Place your legs here, twist your body and grab onto that bar. Do that for each side. I'll support your back."
I looked at the machine and let my ankle grip the bar, I felt Jeff's warm hands on the small of my back. I started twisting around the bar. I felt my abs burning as I got higher and higher, I was half way there before I stopped.
"I quit." I said trying to catch my breathe. Jeff grabbed my hips and helped me off the bars. I collapsed on the floor with my hands on my abs.
He laughed, "You didn't even finish it off. It would of gotten a thousand times worse."
I shook my head, "Never again."
He had a water bottle and I took a huge swig, "It's time to go get changed though. See you later Bree." He said walking away.
I limped towards the locker room and got ready for the rest of the school day. I was completely sore as I walked out of the room.
The bell rang a few moments later and I looked at my schedule. My next class was right around the corner from the gym. I walked in and heard a voice behind me, "Have you been following me?"
sorrry about the long wait to write baes, it'll be good (:
http://www.polyvore.com/untitled_155/set?id=111015738
My dad
just
said
he was
quitting
drinking
for
the
millionth
time...
Let's
see
how
long
he lasts
this
time.
-.-
The drugs? I can't not laugh.
The cuts? I can't think.
The drink? I can't remember.
The pills? I can't feel a thing.
Don't judge what I do if you don't know the reasons behind it.
The cuts? I can't think.
The drink? I can't remember.
The pills? I can't feel a thing.
Don't judge what I do if you don't know the reasons behind it.
