Posts Tagged ‘freshman year’

With it only being one of the first few weeks of classes, I can definitely say “‘tis the season for the annual shit-show that is Syracuse University during the first few weeks back.” We’ve missed the tipsy vibe of the campus, the “friends” that we only take Instagram pics with when we’re hammered, and hell, maybe some of us even missed the dark and sweaty frat parties. But what surpasses all of the above in longing are those annual drunken hookups. The “accidental” slip of your tongue into a shamefully drunk freshman in your bedroom at your frat house, or the fun blonde returning to the hockey house to prey on her crush from last year. There’s just something about those first couple of weeks that is seemingly an aphrodisiac. Or maybe it’s the Xanax in the jungle juice at Castle Court. Regardless, there is some unspoken aura surrounding campus like a second dome, distinguishing in all of our not-yet-burned-out minds that it’s mating season. So, by all means leave that fraternity with the shaggy haired blonde you keep calling by the wrong name, or walk the mini-skirt clad freshman home to BBB because I’m sure by October these opportunities will be farther and fewer. There’s nothing that says welcome back quite like waking up next to someone you don’t know, right?

-Deanna Viel

When I was an underclassman in college, I remember hearing and receiving many different kinds of advice from the upperclassmen. However, I never took it to heart. I just kind of nodded and let it flow in one ear and out the other. Now that I’m a senior, I look back and regret not listening to that advice after all.

Back then, I thought “Well, everyone is different. It’s not like I’m going to be going through the same experiences, and even if I do, I’ll do it differently in my way.” To my surprise, I did end up facing those situations and now that I’ve tried to solve it my way and not give a crap, I end up sitting here reminiscing and regretting. So if you ever come across this and think the same thing, try to remember that these pieces of advice might help you.


Five years ago when I was in my freshman year of college, I was terrified at the thought of gaining the “freshman 15.” Weight-gain in college seemed inevitable: I was surrounded with greasy dining hall food, well-stocked vending machines and copious amounts of alcohol at every turn of the head.

Miraculously, my weight didn’t skyrocket during my freshman year. Naively, I assumed that it was due to my self-control (refusing dining hall burgers and fries on a daily basis is no small feat). But a recent study provides a counter-argument for my self-praise. According to, the freshman 15 is really more like the freshman 5.

What’s more, freshman weight-gain may not be college-related, but more a result of becoming a young adult. A recent article by NPR highlights the reasons why many people put on the pounds as they get older. Aging causes muscles to break down, which in turn causes calories to be burned at a slower rate. (Just one more thing to look forward to, right?)


After catching up with a friend of mine who I’ve known since freshman year, I’m not going to lie– it was pretty awkward. I don’t know how that friend felt about our reunion, but I’m pretty sure the feeling was mutual. It’s sad how that happens. I knew this person since Day One of my college career, through thick and thin, we’ve been through so much together. We knew each other’s stories, secrets, pasts, and goals. We’ve seen each other cry, laugh, get wasted, and even sleep. However, after a semester apart and new relationships, our friendship gradually started to fade…at least that’s how I felt.

Going back to our reunion, I just felt like there was a disconnection somewhere. Usually when we meet, we would always end up just being crazy and hysterically laughing at nothing. We always connected in a way no one else could have. Maybe it was the distance, or the timing, or just the fact that we’ve both matured in different ways that brought this mysterious wall between us.

Whatever it was, this time, we weren’t really laughing. We were barely agreeing on anything each of us were saying and there was just a solid seriousness and remoteness in the air. After we went our own ways, I started to think if we could ever be the same again.  Would we be able to share and rekindle that connection we had when we were freshmen? I’m guessing we might have to try harder, meet for lunch or dinner more, and just hang out in general with each other more.