This was one of the best summers yet. I was surrounded by friends, fun and freshmen.
I had the opportunity to be an orientation leader for incoming freshmen and transfer students, which allowed me to meet all of the new faces on campus before they moved in. When I wasn’t residing in the dorms and herding new students from building to building, I was with my friends, some of who had stayed in Plattsburgh to work over the summer.
We went to Lake Champlain or the Saranac River almost every day to go cliff jumping, tubing or to go swimming. We took a trip to Montreal, which is a story for another time. There was a concert thrown in the mix. We also frequented the local businesses downtown, those whose main purpose is to serve alcohol in the later hours of the night. Yes, I finally turned 21. We did things we shouldn’t have and things we couldn’t remember the next morning. It was everything I thought it would be.To view more videos, visit our Multimedia page.“Townie Summer 2015” is what we called it. And during those warm months of Plattsburgh, there is a fever that comes over the remaining students, especially those who were entering their final year at Plattsburgh State.
“The time to have or find a boyfriend in college is over,” one of my friends said.
I had never thought about it that way before. Freshmen usually come in with the intentions of finding a relationship, having random sex with a lot of people or not doing either. It really doesn’t matter which you choose, as long as the decision is yours.
She drunkenly continued to tell everyone that this is the year to “bang anyone and everyone you want.” She had a point. This will be some of the seniors’ last year to be reckless, wild and crazy. Everything should be story-worthy, right? This is college.
Needless to say, this summer was full of nights that can attest to this new motto. Sitting close at the table with commotion around us that was almost silent, dancing on ladies’ night with a post-bar jump in the lake, walking home with someone who wasn’t even on my radar until two hours before are the kind of nights this summer provided.
The fever spread wherever we went. Maybe that’s because of the season, or maybe because we college kids have no self-control. Either way, we let the wild and crazy continue for the rest of the summer.
As it came to its end, students slowly started to return — old friends, new friends, past boinkers, soon-to-be sex friends. They all came back with the energy that we all had at the end of May.
The stress of making sure I slept with people I had an emotional attachment to had been lifted off my shoulders. Sex should be fun. Sex is fun. If you want to have a lot of sex, that’s totally cool. If you want to have a lot of sex with different people, that’s cool, too.
College is about exploring you and who you want to be. I don’t see any harm in exploring others while you’re at it. This summer I explored what I thought I never would and what I could see myself venturing to again.
This was our summer. This was our town. Now that everyone is back, let’s remember that she said, “This is the year.”
Email Lisa Scivolette at firstname.lastname@example.org