The hardest part about The Suite Life is trying to leave. Getting out of Wren on a rainy Sunday just won’t happen, even if you try really, really hard. Of course, I need to go to CVS, but I’d rather sip on hot chocolate after a nice lunch of leftover pizza and stay in my common room, looking out over Medford like some sort of lazy goddess. See, The Suite Life may not be living in the lap of luxury, but it quickly becomes a comfortable safe space. It has everything you could need, so long as you have a fridge, leftovers, and relatively mediocre standards (and it helps if you have a TV and Netflix, of course).
One of the best parts about college is the lack of parents (alternately, one of the worst parts is the lack of home cooked meals produced by those parents). I don’t mean that in an “I can’t wait to get away from my nagging parents!” sort of way, either. My parents just have a knack for doing “what’s best” for me, their methods of doing so I don’t agree with. If I want to wither away because I never got up off the couch and only ate microwavable food, then that’s what I’m going to do — I am an adult.
Through the grapevine, I’ve heard that other suites have held “mixers” to try and “get out” more and make new friends. We have yet to do that, what with our strong policy of “no new friends” and all, but maybe as we get more and more absorbed into the suite bubble within the Tufts bubble, we’ll give in. As soon as the sun comes out, I’ll go out on the Res Quad and play Frisbee or do homework on the Prez Lawn. I’ll pretend to be social enough then. There’s just something about cold, rainy weather that makes it impossible to do anything but bundle up and watch a movie in bed, maybe with some popcorn. I’m not ready for the full effects of a drizzly fall to hit, but I am prepared to submit to snuggie season with grace. I will not be moved!