I did not, by any means, have the most exciting time in college. In particular, my freshman, junior, and senior years were characterized much more by studying and school anxiety than they were with parties, belligerence, and especially encounters with the female gender. Freshman year I lived in a ‘pod’ with three other guys, two of whom would go on to become some of my best friends. By the time we all left to go home for that first christmas break we had cemented ourselves as a social group that would persist (plus or minus a few people over time) through graduation.
None of us were especially ‘cool’ by popular standards. We enjoyed video games (FIFA), playing music together, and occasionally sneaking Jack Daniel into the dorms to spice up our Friday nights. By the end of freshman year we were finally beginning to break into the off-campus party scene. I don’t think we really fit in with many of the others at these parties, but as a group we enjoyed playing (and often winning) at the beer pong table and then venturing off into the forest behind campus for drunken adventures. That was just what we did and we were happy with it.