During my freshman year, I really didn’t have to deal with much drama. There were little things here or there, but nothing that really set my bad temper off. Unlike many of my friends, I didn’t have never-ending roommate drama. For example: I never had to sleep on someone else’s floor because my roommate was doing “activities” with a “friend” in the room all night long. My drama-free second semester ended faster than I expected, though, and of course involved my then-boyfriend and a jealous (may I add not-so-cute) girl.
It was any other Friday night, and my friend and I decided to go to a frat’s ‘On the Border’ party. Decked out in our Mexican gear and we weren’t having the time of our lives; so we decided to leave. When we got back, we headed over to the Adams common room where my boyfriend and his friends were; but, only to be informed that two girls came shortly before to tell them that I was making out with another guy at the party. I was in disbelief
about who would be immature enough to just decide to make something up. Number one, I was not in any situation where it would even appear that this hooking up was going on! And number two, it just didn’t happen!
It was late, and I was tired. I really didn’t have the tolerance to handle the situation in a civil manner. My boyfriend barely speaking to me and his friend’s nonstop, usual side-commentary chatter weren’t helping either. My friend claims she will never forget what I did next, and I probably won’t either because it’s just plain funny looking back on it now.
While I was freaking out to my friend, the guys were casually eating MY pistachios I had given them earlier and MY cookies that I decided I didn’t need to eat any more of. I marched over to the couch, grabbed the bag of pistachios, and slowly poured them out over the nearby trashcan. I have to admit, it was a proud moment for me, and it most definitely got their attention (because coming between guys and their food is a big no-no, as we all know). At this point, my friend knew it was time for us to leave. She dragged me out of the
common room, but not before I stole my cookies back of course.
Now I know this was probably not the best way to deal with this drama, especially when I yelled at my boyfriend, instead of the girl who originally caused all the drama. I should have gone straight to the source and confronted her about why she started this rumor. Later on, I found out she “thought” she saw me with another guy at the party, but I also found out she had a little crush on my boyfriend. I quickly let the entire situation go because I wasn’t going to start acting like I was fourteen…even though I may or may not have acted my age that night.
In college, there are so many people. Even when rumors do start, it’s one of those circumstances where you question if you saw that girl everyone is talking about walking to class the other day, or wait, was it the girl in front of you at Sub Connection last Friday? The point is that there are a lot of people who will not be able to match your name to your face, and I guarantee you don’t know everyone either so watch what you say. But honestly, we’re girls, and that means we’re all drama queens sometimes. And who says a little drama has to be a bad thing?