I met him at the “Welcome Back” house party during syllabus week. I was nursing a truly disgusting hard seltzer, wearing a sundress that was probably too short for September, and trying to remember the name of the girl from my Psych 101 lecture.
I learned more about my own worth in that one messy month with Cole than in four years of high school assemblies. I learned that I am not a prize to be won. I learned that the “college rules” aren’t about curfews or party safety—they’re about deciding what you want before someone else decides for you. College Rules - Lucky Fucking Freshman
It’s about knowing when trouble stops being fun. I met him at the “Welcome Back” house