So this is my first blog, written in the study room of the library at my college when I should be working on my schoolwork. Of course, you cannot be a college student without studying the fine art of procrastination, so consider this my lesson for today.
The study room I'm in is a claustrophobic one, filled with a table and my friend Jenn. We're swapping notes and reviewing history when we're not checking facebook. Mom if you're reading this, we are doing work so please don't worry. The walls are sound proof, I'm assuming, because when our friends stop by we are quite louder than what I imagine our librarians would desire, yet nobody complains. This week is the week before finals week. The library is crammed with students of all majors learning all the information they didn't fit in over the school year. Next week I'm sure it will be worse. As for me, I am looking forward to a relaxing day tomorrow. For once I am not overbooked with school, fraternity, and work.
Since this is the start of my blog, and I'm sure it will sail to legendary heights and I will soon become famous, I feel that I owe my readers a short biography about myself. I'm a baller. Though I think this is sufficient information, Jenn is telling me that I should elaborate a little more. I'm in college, I'm a Fraternity Man, and I'm a Resident Assistant, and these are where most if not all of my stories will come from.
I would like to take the time to mention my fraternity. I hope those who are not familiar with Greek life or those who have had bad experiences with the Greek communities are not turned off by this immediately. Yes we party and throw down, but no we are not what you see on TV and movies. Believe it or not, we actually share brotherhood with one another on a deeper level than parties. Whenever I am troubled my brothers are the first people I turn to. My fraternity is the only one with a national philanthropy, which my chapter utilizes to help our community. Believe it or not, fraternities are not bad. I will admit that there are other fraternities on campus who do live out the stereotypes which unfortunately fall back onto us simply because we are Greek. As Alexander the Great said, "Remember upon the conduct of each depends the fate of all."
As a Resident Assistant, or an RA, life is always a joy. Who wouldn't want to wake up at three in the morning to let a drunken resident into their room? Or bust someone for alcohol or pot? Or listen to residents complain about their roommate having sex while they're trying to sleep? I do get my own bathroom, though.
Which brings me to college. Ah, college. The time in every young person's life when responsibility takes a back seat to mayhem. When mistakes are encouraged, and maturity is mocked. Go out and spend every cent you have at the bar and pizza joints. It's ok, it's college! No really, it's ok to cut class because you have a hangover. Don't worry about that attendance policy, it won't matter when you really get sick. And sleep? That's so 2008. Real college students know that just a few hours of sleep is all one really needs, as long as you get that 12 hour pour nap during the weekend. Surely that can't be unhealthy.
In short, that's who makes up your friendly neighborhood Beast. Alas, it seems to be that time again, when I must leave the joy of procrastination and return to the world of schoolwork. This shall be my release though, when future days arrive. Instead of a journal, I will blog my way through difficulties and the tough decisions I have to make. This will be my outlet. Until then, I'm going to post another short story that I wrote a while back, so that this post will have some company at night.
-Beast
PS- I'm not sure if one uses a pen name when writing blogs, but I will. And Beast is my nickname, so Marvel please don't sue me.
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