Crappy 'College Party' circa 2013 Pt 1

If you've been to a university, there's a good chance you've had to go to one of those crappy orientations, where you spend the day touring the campus and doing terrible ice breakers and maybe even stay overnight in the dorms. Well, this is a story about one of those orientations.

The girls I had somehow made friends with were all on scholarships for the Lacrosse team - tall, muscular, mostly black and a few Hispanics girls. I'm not sure how we got along, being that I was a CompSci major and these girls were mainly here for the sport, but we got along well.

There was a 'mandatory party' we all had to attend. We were rounded up like cattle and brought to the 'Lounge Center', where the university itself hosted a 'college party' for the soon-to-be students. The building on the outside resembled some old roman temple, but on the inside it was brightly painted and fitted with foosball tables, ping pong, some TVs and subwoofers playing the latest hit hip hop songs. The university unfortunately could not spare the funds to feed us, but were gracious enough to provide some free beverages.

Thankfully my group of big black muscle girls bee-lined to the courtyard outside. Although the building was more than large enough to accommodate the amount of kids, as per fire codes require, it was still stuffy and loud for my tastes.

Outside, the girls began chatting with the guys that I assume were going to be on the football team, given their jerseys. They were chatting like they had known each other for ages. Meanwhile I stood back, shifting my gaze from place to place to not appear like I was staring.

Finally my friend came up to me, "I have someone I'd like you to meet! You two have a lot in common."

"Oh, like what?" I asked, slightly dubious at this sudden gesture. 

"Uh, you'll see!" She waved over a fellow wall-flower, and as she broke through the crowd her pyriform shape began to come into view. Her curly red hair lay haphazardly over her head and face; her black tights clung to her thighs, outlining the rippling cellulose; Her pink and white polka dot blouse had ruffles that hid one of the few redeeming features of a body so large, which must have been at least G's.

She approached, and did not say a word. Great start.

"March," my friend began, with a hand on each of our backs, "this is Celeste"

What am I supposed to be seeing? I was expecting a goth or punk, or someone wearing video game apparel, or for her to be in a similar degree. 

With a slight push forcing us a little closer together, and further from her, she said "Now go have fun!" Before walking off and leaving the two of us alone.

After a brief silence, I asked her her interests. She doesn't play games. She doesn't read books. She doesn't really care much about animals.

"So, what do you do for fun?" I finally ask after getting hit with flatline answers.

She shrugs.

The music stops, and switches to some rap hip hop with a very low, pumping base. This girl I had so much in common with, leaves me without a word, her eyes wide as saucers. I follow her path to find a mass of girls twerking, Celeste's pale freckled skin standing out like a mast cell tumor among the shades of blacks and browns, and a sudden realization hits me; the thing Celeste and I had in common, is that we were both white.

I come across my friend that introduced us before she could get in on the twerking.

"Oh why aren't you with Celeste?" She began searching the crowd for my acountabili-buddy.

"It's ok," I started, "I know you want me out of your hair, I'll let you hang out with your friends."

Clearly I chose the wrong dialogue option - her face turned from a worried mother to an irritated one. "That's not what I meant." Girls began bracing themselves on the wall of the building to twerk upside-down, and she scurried off to join them.

When I looked around, I realized I was not only the only white person in the crowd of twerking-appreciators, but also the only girl. Feeling suddenly uncomfortable, I begrudgingly made my way inside the building.