If you didn’t post it on Instagram did it really happen? If it isn’t Facebook official is it really official? But the real question is, if you don’t go to college in a college town, did you really go to college?
From student discounts to the school spirit, a college town has a sense of community that just isn’t found in large cities. So, welcome to small town USA, population 20,000…
Smack dab in the middle of the city is a college surrounded by local business all selling gear for the first football game. The games are advertised on large billboards and Jumbo-trons throughout the city. Its 10am on Game day, frat boys are setting up tents and pulling out the first beers, corn-hole games begin and the tailgaters start to arrive. Only the strong survive the day. The sounds from the stadium roll into the tailgate lots as students make their way to the student section. Every single person in town is at the game and they are sporting the home team colors. Screaming as loud as they can while the players run through a cloud of smoke onto the field. You grab an overpriced drink at the concession stand and push your way back into the student section. People are getting rowdier and rowdier as the game continues and by the end of the game, if you aren’t friends with the drunk guy you’re rubbing shoulders with then you’re doing it all wrong.
The next day the entire town is silent while the recovery process begins.
Walking through campus on Monday morning you are bound to see at least 10 people you know who are wearing the same shirt, carrying coffee, and who haven’t fully woken up yet.
Taco Tuesday is in the air as freshmen empty their piggy banks to pay for 50-cent tacos. The local pub is packed with people who just got off work. You show up with all your friends and wait in line to be seated. Then, the competition for ‘who can eat the most tacos’ begins and you order 12 tacos just to be shown up by your four other guy friends who order twice as many.
Walking into the library on a Wednesday, it’s packed with people wearing headphones with their eyes glued onto the computers. You snag the last table, which eventually fills with a million other people and is covered in papers. The likelihood of you getting anything done is slim to none.
Finally, you are in the home stretch to the weekend! You finish all your homework just in time to throw on your favorite cowgirl boots and drive 30 minutes to the only 18 and up country bar remotely close to you. All of the guys from the military base are there and they know how to dance. You dance for hours and hours without leaving the dance floor when finally the lights come on and you hurry to find your friends who have been looking for you for hours.
You sleep in today because who actually has class on Friday?
Who knows what the next week will look like but lets be honest what else is there to do?
