One of the lines on the book’s website describes it as “a sure-fire system for overcoming fears and having a great time at any type of business or social gathering.”
So, I read the book. I learned the proper way to start a conversation, how to smile, when to shake hands and the different opening lines for every mood. There was also a section entitled, “Fancy Footwork: Advanced Mingling Techniques,” and I read it — but decided sticking to the basics would probably be best.
In other words, I prepared. I over-prepared. Some might even say my obsession with preparedness was too much.
You might be shocked to hear this, but, well, college doesn’t quite work like that.
There’s no textbook answer for accidentally waking up your suitemates on the second day of move-in, and there’s not an answer for how to leave a party when the person you arrived with is having way more fun than you are.
As with any good story though, there is one single moment where everything changed — the moment when I realized that you can never be prepared for everything.
I caught lice.
Don’t worry, I’m clean now, every last louse removed from my head through hours of miserable, meticulous horror, but the process was one that I never, ever want to repeat.