When I was a freshman, my campus made a big stink about not going home before Thanksgiving. Meaning that you should cut off ties to your home before it was turkey time. Wait, what? That doesn’t make any kind of sense. I hate this notion that people have that when you go to college, suddenly your life in your hometown just disappears. I never accepted that. I reject that idea. My home life is important to me; I talk to my mom regularly. the Ex still lives on the North Side, and most of my friends are still here. Why do I have to stay on campus? So I don’t miss the big pep rally? Squeze in as much hot library action as possible? Bump that. I’m sick of people making me feel all guilty ’cause I like to go home. Sorry your home life sucks, hombre, but you need to put down your bottle of haterade.
