#wholesomecollegekid

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My wispy isn’t moving from its nest and sleeping a lot—I’ve only had it a month, am I doing something wrong?

the wisp may be hibernating due to stress, but worry not, if they choose to sleep somewhere close to you it is unlikely it's your fault.

another possibility is that they have gotten a significant increase in power. if there have been strong winds lately this is likely the case

please be patient and make sure the wisp is comfortable until they wake up 🛏

[wholesomecollegekid]

Hello Hello Hello

Hi lovely people I’m Ventura (not real name) and I’m a rising sophomore girl in college :)

As someone who has had a whole bunch of epic and great experiences in college so far I wanted to blog them to spread some joy in the cesspool that seems to be school stories o.o

I’ll be posting a lot more this summer but I may cut that down to once a week or so once the school year starts again.

In the meantime here’s some peeps worth mentioning:

(all people referred to by fake names for privacy)

The Seven/Seven Against Thebes: my main friend group, including the following people:

Ventura/Ven/Latte (long story): Me

Meg: My freshman year roomie, fellow tea snob, provider of Indian snacks :)

Ella and Ellana: Freshman year hallmates/roommates with v similar names and a love for national parks

Georgia and Lucyrose: Freshman year hallmates/roommates with immaculate taste in blankets and hilarious incidents with bugs

Cindy: The only member of the Seven not on our hall, good friends with some of my high school friends so that was cool

Notable Dorm RAs:

Sarah and Lucia: RAs on my hall (lower right)

Beth and Grace: RAs on upper right, Beth and Sarah are twins

Josie: RA on upper left

Others:

Cathryn: DnD group’s Dungeon Master, coffee enthusiast

Adriaan: Friend from high school who came to the same school as me, dad joke enthusiast, extremely South African

Ryan: Classmate in Ancient Greek and choir, absolute riot, is simultaneously a very polite man and cusses like a sailor

Kai: President of the tea club

Marina: Vice president of the tea club

There are prolly more by I can’t remember at the moment lol

[wholesomecollegekid]

Minigolf Shenanigans

A few weeks into the first semester the student activities board had a golf and gokarting night and the Seven thought it would be a fun bonding activity, so we decided to go do it. Boy oh boy, little did I know that by the end of the night I would gain a new kind of notoriety.

So we’re mini golfing and we get to one of those holes where you hit the ball up a hill and it goes through a tunnel hopefully into the hole below.

Meg went first. Her ball got stuck. Ella decided the next best course of action would be to hit her own ball down there to get Meg’s out.

Hers got stuck too.

By that time, both of them are lying down at the exit of the tunnel, Ella is attempting to shove her mini golf club up the tunnel to dislodge the balls, and I’m standing at the top attempting to do the same thing. As the tunnel is curved and golf clubs are not, neither of us are having much success until the intrusive thought hits me.

I put down my club, lay on the ground, cup my hands around the entrance to the tunnel, and blow as hard as I can.

I was fully prepared for it not to work. What I was NOT prepared for was not only that it worked, but for the horrible BRAAAAAAAAAOOOOUUNK that came out of the other end along with the balls, scaring the crap out of my poor roommate and friend. Profuse apologies followed.

The balls were out and we came out of it only slightly traumatized, Meg and Ella from the noise and balls flying out at Mach 7, and me from apparently resorting to having to do CPR on the hole of an actual mini golf course. Meg still managed to win.

[wholesomecollegekid]

The extremely condensed story of how I came to be called Latte

So my roommate Meg and I both brought a gigantic amount of tea to college since we both are somewhat Iroh-esque in our tea snobbery (she’s Indian, I’m a rather pasty white girl but also very enthusiastic about tea) and absolutely despise coffee. Mostly a lot of chai though. Whenever we can, we steal milk from the dining hall and bring it back to the dorm so we can make—you guessed it—chai lattes.

So one day I go to Greek class with my chai and Ryan and I immediately go into the time-honored tradition of lovingly pre-class trolling each other, as Ancient Greek students tend to do. Note that I am wearing a blue beanie, boho braids, and an infinity scarf because I decided for some reason that day that I wasn’t going to dress like a homeless pixie ehehe…

So Ryan goes, “I thought you hated coffee.”

“I do. This is chai.”

I proceed to get called, lovingly of course, a basic white girl, to which I correct him by saying that since I drink mostly tea I am indeed an acidic white girl, thank you very much.

“Well, with your tea and your pasty Irish blood, does that make you a cannibal right now?”

“…did you just call me a latte…”

The rest is history. I am now Latte.