Women's College

So, a women's college --- I'm told not to say 'girl's school' here, and that's just the beginning.

Growing up in a backwoods town where people constantly talk about the 'wufs hawlin' down by the crik', I thought a liberal arts women's college on the West coast sounded downright smashing.

And it is, for the most part.

Except for all the bloody women!

Don't get me wrong. I like women. I really do. Hell, I've been in a long-distance (seriously, folks - bi-continentally long distance!) relationship with one for the past two and a half years! But I guess I never quite realized what it would be like to have classes with, eat with, talk with, study with, and live with only women!

Some of the gals around here are quite lovely; not too high strung, not too apt to explode into something dramatic at the drop of a pencil -
and yet, the energy waves of drama permeate the dorms like the faintest hint of a skunk: not too horrible from this distance but impossible to ignore now that you know it's there.

I'm glad to not be (anymore) part of any sport team on campus. I was, for the first semester of this, my freshman (woman) year, a member of the crew team - complete with getting up at 5 for practice, losing my social life to find a bedtime that suited the 5 a.m. wake-up call, having team members take over tables at dinner (so that the friends I had by choice instead of by team-association would eventually leave) and then having exceedingly lewd conversations ensue.

But I listen to some of the drama coming from the swimming team, the volleyball team, the soccer team --- even back from the crew team, and I can feel the tension loosen in my shoulders as I remember that I'm not a part of it anymore.

But, like that hint of skunk, the air of drama sinks in and people get used to it. It's permeated a couple of my friendships lately , and because we're all such moody, selfish chicks at this girl school, we'll see how long it takes until it gets resolved!

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Needless to say, it's times like these that make me miss (more than usual) my guy friends, with whom I can sit and talk (or not), watch stupid movies and tv shows, discuss life for five minutes and then give it up for ordering pizza.

Those were the days, I tell ya.