If I invite you over for coffee and ask you to bring your favorite coffee mug, this is why. Click on any image to read what my friends have to say.
“Luckily, Lisa McLendon was in her office, so I went in there and cried. The one with the glass windows so people walking by could see in.” Tara was wandering Stauffer-Flint Hall looking for career advice from a journalism professor. Decisions are stressful.
“You know that Tumblr post of obscure words?” [sonder (n.) the realization that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own.] “That.” Kelsey was recently on a late night QuikTrip run and noticed the cashier was doing a heel stretch behind the counter. She struck up a conversation and found out that he was moving to San Francisco the next day to pursue dance. She’s always befriending strangers like this. I asked her why.
“During the campaign, Morgan and I parted our hair on the same side so we had to take turns for who got to be on the good side in photos.”
“That doesn’t pass the Bechdel test, but sure.” I was going to quote something entertaining but insightful Natalie said about dating versus platonic expectations, but she gave me this better one instead when I asked her for clearance.
“Pranks, not parties.” Will jousts with cucumbers on scooters with his friends.
“I want to be a family man but I’ve never held a baby.”
“There’s nothing better than walking around naked. Not feeling the weight of your clothes. I am a body positive man.” James’s roommates haven’t moved in yet. He is enjoying the alone time.
“We drove to Bill Self’s house last night.” “What was it like?” “Dark. It was dark outside.”
“He called my dad afterwards and said, ‘I don’t think your daughter did it but you might want to check on her emotional security.'” Duri once cried for 45 minutes in the SRO office because the SRO found yellow paint that matched her car left after a hit-and-run in our high school parking lot. Stressed and with only four hours of sleep, she was afraid she had accidentally hit the car then repressed the memory.
“Remember in elementary school when I lied about being in the Nutcracker? I just wanted to impress people. Four of the most popular girls were in the Nutcracker.” “Wouldn’t they have been able to call you out then?” “They did.”
“Hopefully I’ll find a way to eat a few vegetables in the meantime. Or, I’ll collapse due to malnutrition in a snowbank. Life is meant to be lived, you know.”
“Mail consistently made me emotional last year.” Madison didn’t open her mail box second semester freshman year until the last week of classes in April. When she final checked, she found a Valentine’s Day card from her mom. It was handmade with glitter. She missed her parents so much, she started crying right there but there were people around so she tried to cover it up by laughing.
“‘This is not a sext,’ which made it seem more like a sext.” Christina texted a co-worker “I have a fun and flirty question” to ask for a tame favor one night. Her phone then promptly died. She tried to recover the conversation in the morning.
“It was such a struggle. I don’t know why I did that. I don’t even believe in Lent. I just like a challenge.” Annie gave up potatoes for a month.
“One second, I’m gonna pull up the text we’re about to laugh at.”
“I said, ‘I know.’ Then I was like, ‘Fuck.’ Then I was like, ‘No, I’m doing this.'” An engineering major came up to Megan at her dorm deskie job and asked her why she studies social work. He said she could make more money in a different field.