I'm sitting in my apartment as we speak. My roommates and a friend are huddled around a Mac with a home-made CD playing and their jaws dropped. S.W.A.G. team strikes again.
S.W.A.G. team consist of 4 or 5 guys who spend their days trying to get in every girls pants in the building. Maybe trying isn't the correct word; getting in every girls pants. All the girls in the building know what they call themselves and know what they're all about. Yet still, somehow, these guys are "scoring" daily.
But this CD, the one playing in the background, even has me shocked. These guys recorded a "rap" CD about the dorms. One of the songs talks about the girls in the building. Every girl they've slept with now has their name on blast on a CD circulating the building. Apparently the girls downstairs have good "oral" skills.
Fortunately, I don't have to worry about my name being anywhere on here. I've managed to remain very low key in this place, for reasons I'm sure I don't have to explain.
Switching from a public University with 30,000+ students to a Private Art School with 1,000 students is a bigger change than most would know. Especially when it comes to the "dorm life".
You are surrounded by mostly rich, spoiled kids whose parents are paying every penny of their $80,000 education. Their clothing is flashy, their cars are classy, but their attitudes are trashy. A $2000 Louis Vuitton Bag can't fix that. I could sell one of their wardrobes and put a down payment on a house.
A lot of these girls come from small towns. You're suddenly in Miami, thousands of miles away from home with enough money in your bank account to support 20 people. How intriguing. In fact, it's so intriguing that they get the urge to sleep around, do drugs, drink, and dress provocatively. Not only are they living it, but they make sure to document all their experiences in pictures, journals, text messages, and phone conversations. They make sure to put it on blast that they're in Miami, living it up, while all their friends are still stuck in their small towns and local community colleges.
Fortunately my roommates don't sleep around. They're the girls that the guys will actually just hang out with. Only one problem; tell me why I can't cook a meal without my entire kitchen smelling like bud because so-and-so used my stove to light their joint. Tell me why there's 5 people in my bathroom, hot boxing. Tell me why I have to help my roommate cut a piece of cake because she has the munchies but can't properly hold a knife due to the fact that she's too high?
It seems like maybe I'm misjudging, or over-reacting. I suppose it's something you have to experience to understand. I'm just an observer in this place. And for the remainder of my time here, it's the only role I want.
Here's to a college life full of soberness, purity, dignity, and respect.
