We all know the feeling. Before coming to college, we vowed we’d never touch a cigarette. But, of course, that’s total bullshit. We all break that vow sooner or later, and where you smoked your first cigarette at Columbia actually says a lot about you. Read on to reminisce and find out which stereotype you are.
If you smoked your first Columbia cigarette outside Butler at 1 am, you definitely weren’t alone. You’re a high-strung academic who’s probably always on edge. You went outside to get some fresh air, ran into that cool French girl from your Lit Hum and her mysterious foreign friends, and they offered you a cigarette. You didn’t realize how much you needed one until that very moment.
It was during NSOP. You and all your brand new BFF’s had just gotten back from a sweaty party at Ruggles, and in the midst of everyone trying to impress each other with their badass-ness, someone whipped out a pack of cigs. They offered you one, and since you wouldn’t dare risk losing even an inch of your cool factor at a time like this, you obliged. You’re a tad bit of a wannabe, but to be completely honest, who isn’t during NSOP. This awkward cigarette was a right of passage, and odds are you weren’t the only one in that crowd who was doing it for the exact same reasons.
It was a breezy November night and you and your squad were posted up by the pool table in the back of the bar, chatting and mingling. You made eye contact with a sexy, scruffy grad student from afar and he comes over to talk to you. After 20 minutes of flirting with Mr. Dreamy, he whispered in your ear that he’s going outside to smoke and asked if you’d like to join. You nodded yes, grabbed your coat, shot your friends a wink, and followed him outside. You bummed a cigarette outside the front window and ended up leaving together. You’re a hopeless romantic who’d do anything to convince this guy that you’re actually a senior.
On the lawns on a beautiful day.
This one is actually quite wholesome. You and your friend were all sprawled out on a blanket enjoying the afternoon sun, passing around a hidden bottle of champagne you bought just for the hell of it. The lawns were packed and everyone is in high spirits. Your friend offered you a cigarette and you thought, ya know what? I’d actually love one. You leaned back, resting your head on your crumpled backpack, and puffed smoke up at the sun. You’re probably really artsy and kind. This would be the first of many cigarettes you’d enjoy in a setting like this.
On the stoop of a frat house.
You were roaringly drunk. You were dancing your ass off downstairs until your friend came over, grabbed your arm, and aggressively told you they needed some fresh air. The two of you went and sat outside on the front stoop and your friend immediately started bawling about some miniscule piece of drama that had occurred earlier in the night. They were chain smoking cigarettes, and in that moment, you desperately asked for one yourself. You needed something to bring you back down to earth in this messily overwhelming moment.
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