Hey friends! It’s Monday today– oh, the most glorious day of the week. I hope y’all are doing well.
I’m currently sitting inside Kerckhoff coffee shop, listening to some Camila Cabello while writing this post. My stomach hurts– I just swallowed a classic breakfast sandwich whole. It was my first meal of the day, but now I’m regretting eating it so fast. Anyway, onto today’s topic– why I’m done with the partying lifestyle.
So here’s the deal with college culture– partying is huge. More so in some schools than others. But generally, partying is just something that most college students do, when they leave home for the first time and have the freedom to do as they wish.
Surprisingly, I didn’t party much my first year of college. I was still pre-med then, and the academic rigor of my science classes didn’t leave much time for going out. Even without partying, I was able to find outlets to release stress. Dance was a big part of my freshman year. So was writing.
Then came sophomore year. I switched my major to psychology and jumped off the intense pre-medical track. Without the pressure of medical school looming over me, I didn’t feel the need to study as hard. I had a lot more free time to hang out with friends. Thus began my partying adventures. Once or twice a week, my girlfriends and I would head to the night clubs or frat houses and lose ourselves in reckless abandon. Was it fun at first? Yes. It definitely was a new experience. I soon grew to enjoy dancing with my friends amidst the booming music and flashing lights. As a dancer, I especially enjoyed dancing in the middle of circles, with strangers cheering me on as I busted out my moves. It was on the dance floor that I felt at home. I was hooked.
Here’s the thing, though. It’s fine to have a little fun now and then. But when you’re consistently going out to parties, the whole experience loses its initial luster. You wake up the next morning, head pounding from a nasty hangover, wondering why the heck you went so hard the previous night. And more than that, you wonder, what was the point of it all? Sure, bonding with friends is fun. But there are surely more wholesome, healthy ways to spend time with friends. Activities that don’t involve alcohol.
That’s the main thing– alcohol. It is so, so accessible to college students. Too accessible. Drinking isn’t just a thing people do on occasion, to celebrate the end of finals– it’s inextricably tied to college culture. People drink before parties (we call this “pregaming”). People drink at parties. People drink to drown their sorrows. It’s out of control.
I never thought I’d be one to partake in such behavior. But, low and behold, I did. And now, here I am, going into my junior year at UCLA. I’ve had my fair share of the “college experience”. But the whole wild-child scene has honestly become jaded. I want to be on my A-game, at all times. And drinking/partying inevitably throws you off your game. Clarity of mind is the first to go. So is productivity. I just wonder… what good does partying do? I can have fun in other more conducive ways. Dance. Figure skating. Writing. Hiking. Watching films. Eating at new and exotic restaurants. Even casual dating! Things like that!
I totally understand the need to let loose once in a while, especially when you’re stressed with academics. And it’s hard to be the only one to stay home, when all of your friends are going out. You may feel as though you’re missing out on the fun.
But I’ve already experienced my fair share of transitory “fun”. I am ready to leave that kind of toxic lifestyle behind. Close that brief chapter of my life. Work towards a better me.
So there you have it. My little spiel on why I no longer wish to party.
Have a great rest of the week!