The One Where I Hate On College

"How's college? Do you love it? Is it fun? How are classes? Have you met any cool people? How are the weekends, fun? The campus, do you like the campus? What about your roommate? Oh, and your dorm, and the food, what about the food?"

Twenty questions: College edition.

I hate it.

I hate it.

It's not fun.

My classes are boring, and easy as hell.

Yeah, there are people here I enjoy, and I spend my time with, but they aren't my people.

The weekends are dead, I fully expect zombies to start roaming the campus. (Which would be an improvement.)

The campus is nice enough, small enough, clean enough, but I didn't come here because of the landscaping.

My roommate, is a story in and of itself. She's not bad, really she isn't. But it's an adjustment.

My dorm? It could be worse.

The food? I don't eat it. I have recently created the 'PopTarts and Easy Mac Slim Down Success' diet.

So yeah. And honestly I do not know what I am going to do.

"Well get out of there! Are you going to transfer? You should really transfer."

Okay, to where? We all know I didn't want to be here in the first place. I just, I never thought it was going to be this bad. I never thought I was going to hate it this much.

I mean, I actually say, nearly everyday, "I hate my life." Who wants that? In what world is that fun and something that I want for the next four years of my life? I don't, I honestly don't want that.

But I'm at a loss here. I don't know what to do with myself. I have to stay for at least a year, and most people say that after the first year it's not so bad. What does that mean? It means they settle. It means you get used to hating your life and hating where you are. It means settling more than I already have. Sorry, but no.

So I'll look at schools. I might transfer, I might not.

I'll schedule some time to get the hell off campus and have some fun.

I'll try to remember to stop thinking about what I hate and making things I like.

But it's hard, it's so hard.