"Oooooo!" Your palms are sweating, you feel the cup begin to slip. Immediately, everybody's attention goes from "Independent" (I-N-D-E-P-E-N-D-E-N-T, do you know what that mean?) to watching a solo red cup crash to the ground. Some people might have felt the Keystone on their calf, others might have just stared in disbelief, but they can all agree: You just committed a party foul.
Groceries, the gym and neighbors doubling as study buddies will be conveniences of the past for freshmen transitioning from the residence halls to sophomore housing. In addition to the frustration of sophomore-status registration, students looking to rent from properties in the College Area also must be concerned with mini-dorm fines.
I can think back to the exact moment I started hating themed parties: I was at some nondescript lingerie party my freshman year, wearing only flip-flops and a pair of oversized SpongeBob SquarePants boxers, thinking about how badly I wanted to put on some pants.
Because this is a Housing Issue, I've been instructed by my editor to write a column about being sober at house parties. Normally I would say, "But all I do is drink, ah-haa." And I would write something such as, "I'm only sober at a house party from the time I walk in until I find the kitchen, and that's if I didn't pre-party first, ah-haa.
