The fall season has brought on the beginning of another semester at Boston University. The start of sophomore year, once again escaping from the terrible boredom of New Jersey. I get to join the wonderful inhabitants of the great city of Boston once more. Surely I was just unlucky last year, right? There’s no way I saw everything and everyone that this city has to offer…right? WRONG.
Now I may be jumping the gun a little bit here, actually let’s be real, I’m not. We’ve spent a handful of weeks back in Boston and I don't know how it’s going for all of you, but it is dry over here. I mean I’ve already gone through it all. The initial hopeful feeling when I came back, the two weeks of non-stop tinder and hinge swiping; which leads to about 5 short talking stages that lead nowhere, a few matches that never respond to your first message, and at least ten that you never start talking to in the first place. Oh and how could I forget the guy asks for your snap and proceeds to never have an actual conversation with you ever again.
You’d think the city with the most colleges in the U.S. would have some options walking around. As the great Sue Sylvester once said, “All I want is one day a year where I’m not visually assaulted by uglies and fatties.” Seriously Boston. The hot people need to start showing up right now or I might just have to end it.
They do say insanity is doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results. Well call me insane, cause I’ll have the same expectations when every semester starts.
God what I’d do to have a roster right now. Is that too much to ask for?