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My schedule this semester is pretty weird. I have no classes Mondays, which is absolutely amazing, and only one class on Fridays. 

As great as it is to have one class on Fridays, it happens to be during the prime dinner hours — 5 till 7:30pm. It’s awesome because I get to sleep in, but also super annoying because I’m sitting in class while all my friends are enjoying eating a nice fancy dinner at nice restaurants.

This past Friday my friends decided they wanted to continue their healthy streak and decided to go to a vegan restaurant that none of them had ever tried before. I was a little jealous so I asked them to bring me my food home so I could eat it when I got back from class. 

I left for my class when all my friends left for the restaurant, and I spent the next two and a half hours thinking about how much fun they were all having while I was stuck in a dull classroom on a Friday night. As I was walking home, I felt my stomach eating itself — I was literally starved. The first thing I did when I got home was run up to my room to drop off my backpack so I could eat my delicious vegan dinner as soon as possible. 

What did I see when I walked into my room? My two roommates literally rolling on the floor moaning in pain, sweat dripping down their foreheads, hands clenching their stomachs. They were in physical and emotional pain. Why? Because of the vegan food. Vegan food poisoning. 

It was like the bridesmaids scene when all the characters (except one) get food poisoning. It was bad news. I’m not kidding when I say that I stood in the doorway in shock, convinced that a prank was being pulled on me. I ended up being too afraid to eat my food and ate three and a half pieces of toast with cream cheese instead. Not the most fulfilling meal, but definitely better than rolling on the floor in absolute pain.

Moral of the story? Never eat vegan food.

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The Keurig Experience

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This is my first year living in a sorority house, and let me tell you, it is probably the best part about my college experience so far. I’m not going to lie, I was terrified about living in a house with 60 other girls. Al I could picture was the inevitable drama, the never ending estrogen, the competition. But I’ve been living in the house for two-ish weeks and none of these “pictures” that were in my head are a reality.

The only drama that I’ve experience so far is when one of my sisters is telling a dramatically hilarious story. Obviously there’s never ending estrogen, but that’s not necessarily a bad thing. And competition? There’s absolutely none. Unless we’re having an improv dance competition, and in that case, competition is 100% welcome. 

I think one of the things I love most about the whole experience though is the fact that the girls in the house are literally my sisters, as cheesy as that sounds. We tease each other like sisters, we fight with each other like sisters, we laugh with each other like sisters, and we love each other like sisters. We also share and borrow like sisters. I’m pretty sure every outfit I’ve worn so far has included something from one of my sister’s closets. As I type this I’m sitting here in my roommate (and sister’s, obviously) sweatshirt. 

Recently, Keurig sent me a ton of k-cups and a Keurig. Coffee is quite the commodity not only on college campuses, but within sorority houses. My k-cups have been flying out of my room as quick as birds migrating to the south. A few of my sisters we’re hanging in my room just drinking coffee and chatting about our days, and I think it’s one of my new favorite memories. We started laughing so hard that my waterproof mascara was dripping down my face. Dripping. No joke. 

So sure, coffee is necessary for caffeine and your mental well being while in college, but it’s the times around it that make it more of an experience and worthwhile. I’m so thankful that the Keurig fits right in my room so I can have people over to just chat about their days. How special is that? 

This is the Keurig that I have, and I wouldn't trade it for the world. 

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the beach, but not the beach, but the beach, but also not

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The other day my mom told my brother and I that we were going to go to the beach. We live in Florida so it didn’t seem that out of the ordinary, but when I mentioned that rain was in the forecast my mom mentioned that it didn’t matter because it was an “indoor beach.” 

I was super confused, mostly because how does an entire ocean fit indoors (riddle me that) but also because my mom sounded excited about it and she hates the beach (something about sand ending up where it shouldn’t). 

I still didn’t really know what I was getting myself into until we ended up at the arena in my downtown area. We got in line and the people working there immediately asked my brother and I if we wanted free ice cream. I instantly knew I was were I belonged in life. We then walked into the arena and I was met with white everywhere. Like literally everything was white. The chairs, the floors, the walls, the corn hole, the “water.” 

Basically, the whole “beach” is an interactive art exhibit. The water is a giant ball pit and the floors feel like real sand. It’s kind of everything a beach should be (in my eyes), air conditioned, clean, no sunscreen needed, so bikini body needed, etc. 

Here are a few pictures, and definitely be on the lookout to see if it’s coming to your city any time soon. Or if any cool interactive art exhibits are in your area because 9 times out of 10 they are totally worth checking out! 

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