Well I’ve only gone and done it.
My sister, Zar Zar, went to the States last year to study at an American College. I was insanely jealous, but then so excited when she invited me to visit her, over in California. It was like a dream come true. Pipip, the knee-socks blogger, finally given a chance at experiencing life outside England – in California of all places – the land where knee-socks were created…I think.
Mum and Dad were super-cool about me going, taking 2-weeks out of college was kind of a big deal, but in January no one does any work anyway. It used to be that we’d have exams, but they’ve all been pushed to the Summer now. So there I was, Pippi from England, dressed in my favourite tartan skirt with my semi-oblique knee-socks and bright white converses. Ready to fly out to meet my sister, in the Sunshine State.
The flight was totally awesome. There were screens on the back of all the seats and I watched 6 episodes of Breaking Bad before I nearly passed out from excitement. I woke up to the sound of Jesse screaming over his junkie girlfriend and laughed. The last two hours of the flight, I fidgeted in my seat, disturbing my neighbours as much as possible – practising my American accent and chewing gum.
By the time I landed, I was in a state of frenzy. My sister met at the arrivals lounge. She screamed, I screamed – a security man asked us if we were OK. Back in England our screams of greeting tended to draw attention as well, it was something I had forgotten about. Whenever I hear a bloodcurdling Hammer Horror style scream, I think of my sister and smile. However, most other people assume that there’s some kind of assault it progress or that I’m a bit mental.
After we’d convinced the security staff that all was well, and apologised for causing a scene, we jumped into a taxi (yellow just like in the movies!) and drove to my sister’s campus. You know when you have an image in your head of what something’s going to be like, and you try and dampen it – make it less ideal – because you know that real life can’t possibly live up to your huge expectations? Well I didn’t bother doing that at all, because I knew this place was going to be amazing and just like it was in all those funny movies we used to watch as girls.
I was so right.
Upon getting out of the taxi my sister, who was carrying a stack of books she’d bought in town, was knocked over by a passing jock reaching for a ball in mid-air. She dropped all the books and he turned around to apologise and help her with her things. He was gorgeous. A big chiselled jaw, perfect hair and one of those Varsity jackets with the initials stitched on the front. After introducing himself, he gave me a look that kind of said “Hey, I’m talking to your sister now but later on, you’ll be the one I try and pressure into taking coke with me.”
Before making our way into my sister’s room, she knocked on the door – a little strange, I thought. As she pushed the door open, I could see why she was so cautious. Two stifled screams and a blur of pink flesh later, and her room mate and girlfriend were hidden under the sheets.
Giggles and whispers suggested that Darla did not mind the intrusion – and was far from finished with her amorous adventure.
Handsome jocks, the promise of house parties and gay room mates. The American College life is exactly as it is represented in the movies.