<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-122577861770448643</id><updated>2012-02-16T18:53:41.724-05:00</updated><title type='text'>College Girl and Beyond</title><subtitle type='html'>This is a place where issues that just us Duke girls constantly face can be put out in the open and responded to with advice and support. This will be an anonymous collection of women’s questions, opinions, advice and stories from our peers and alumni to serve as guidance and inspiration for those of us who just need a helping hand or someone to turn to without being judged.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collegegirlandbeyond.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/122577861770448643/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collegegirlandbeyond.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>College Girl and Beyond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17942879422988534255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-122577861770448643.post-4706117818873972818</id><published>2008-06-10T23:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T23:10:49.746-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not a slut!?</title><content type='html'>Okay, I'm just going to get this off of my chest, maybe it's because I'm tired of people assuming they know who I am and somehow this allows me to let people know that they're mistaken...and part of me what's to know what people really think without actually knowing who I am.  I don't have a boyfriend because I don't have time and I haven't really found anyone that deserves my 100% attention but that doesn't mean to say that I cut boys out of my life.  I have about four people that I mess around with on and off, they roam in different circles but sometimes I feel that Duke is so small people probably know.  I enjoy the excitement of hooking up (yes that includes sex) with these other people and I like the variety, yet, I can't help but feel empty too.  Obviously, I'm aware of the double standard, if I were a guy this conversation probably wouldn't even occur to me but I feel like this is more than the "it's not fair that people label as something when I'm just sexually liberated".  It's more than that because there is an internal conflict.  Am I doomed to just feel like slut?  I don't have time for a relationship, but sometimes it wouldn't hurt to have a cuddle buddy when watching a movie but I do love those easy "wanna come over" calls after those late nights.  How is it possible that I derive pleasure and even confidence from having different guys want to hook up with me but deep down I can't help but feel kind of slutty.  Is it society?  Am I in the wrong? confused? lying to myself? all of the above?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/122577861770448643-4706117818873972818?l=collegegirlandbeyond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collegegirlandbeyond.blogspot.com/feeds/4706117818873972818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=122577861770448643&amp;postID=4706117818873972818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/122577861770448643/posts/default/4706117818873972818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/122577861770448643/posts/default/4706117818873972818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collegegirlandbeyond.blogspot.com/2008/06/im-not-slut.html' title='I&apos;m not a slut!?'/><author><name>College Girl and Beyond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17942879422988534255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-122577861770448643.post-5978491668927457902</id><published>2008-06-09T00:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T01:00:53.343-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dorm Room Privacy?</title><content type='html'>What's the best way to deal with roommates and hooking up?  Do you just ask them to leave?  Do you have to strategically plan when your roommate will not be around?  What if its unexpected?  What if your roommate kicks you out for boys too often?  I know it sounds kinda dumb, but how does this work!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/122577861770448643-5978491668927457902?l=collegegirlandbeyond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collegegirlandbeyond.blogspot.com/feeds/5978491668927457902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=122577861770448643&amp;postID=5978491668927457902' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/122577861770448643/posts/default/5978491668927457902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/122577861770448643/posts/default/5978491668927457902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collegegirlandbeyond.blogspot.com/2008/06/dorm-room-privacy.html' title='Dorm Room Privacy?'/><author><name>College Girl and Beyond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17942879422988534255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-122577861770448643.post-2840705468611720722</id><published>2008-06-01T20:30:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T20:41:50.904-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sex and the City</title><content type='html'>Saw it and loved it.  It's like a two hour episode that you've been waiting to see for three years.  What's interesting is that I had no idea that women of so many different ages came out from high schoolers to grandmothers.    It was really nice to see so many women together.  That what I want this site to resemble, a place where women of all ages can come together and talk about anything that's on their minds and get advice from your girl friends.  Like an interactive Cosmo magazine with topics ranging from sex to boyfriends (or girlfriends) to Duke specific questions.  So I just thought I'd share those thoughts that I had when seeing my new favorite movie!  Thanks to those of you who have posted and just remember that this is what you make it so don't ever hesitate to bring up a new topic!&lt;br /&gt;-College Girl and Beyond&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/122577861770448643-2840705468611720722?l=collegegirlandbeyond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collegegirlandbeyond.blogspot.com/feeds/2840705468611720722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=122577861770448643&amp;postID=2840705468611720722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/122577861770448643/posts/default/2840705468611720722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/122577861770448643/posts/default/2840705468611720722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collegegirlandbeyond.blogspot.com/2008/06/sex-and-city.html' title='Sex and the City'/><author><name>College Girl and Beyond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17942879422988534255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-122577861770448643.post-487077374745599870</id><published>2008-05-30T16:45:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T16:53:45.609-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Not the Best years of my life</title><content type='html'>I guess this is for all those older alumni.  I had a good time at Duke, don't get me wrong.  I really enjoyed what Duke provided for me academically and I met some pretty cool people along the way.  For some reason though, at graduation I wasn't overwhelmed with sadness, I wasn't counting down the days until I had to actually have responsibility, it was almost like any other day.  People kept asking "so how does it feel to have graduated?" well it feels the same for now.  I guess once I start work I'll wish I could have the same schedule of waking up at 11.  I'm scared that I didn't take advantage of "the best years of my life".  Does it really go downhill from here?  Everyone talks about making life long friends in college, if that didn't happen should I expect to just have acquaintances for the rest of my life?  I guess I just need some reassurance from someone who is in their mid twenties or thirties and still having or just started "the best years".  I suppose life is what you make it and I thought I made college a pretty valuable learning experience and socially it was good (especially the first two years) but overall it wasn't anything spectacular.  Is it me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/122577861770448643-487077374745599870?l=collegegirlandbeyond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collegegirlandbeyond.blogspot.com/feeds/487077374745599870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=122577861770448643&amp;postID=487077374745599870' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/122577861770448643/posts/default/487077374745599870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/122577861770448643/posts/default/487077374745599870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collegegirlandbeyond.blogspot.com/2008/05/not-best-years-of-my-life.html' title='Not the Best years of my life'/><author><name>College Girl and Beyond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17942879422988534255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-122577861770448643.post-7163308367828276164</id><published>2008-05-29T13:47:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T13:59:04.531-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Recipe of the Week</title><content type='html'>For all of you who want to cook up a great meal for some friends in your dorm, on Central or at home, here's a recipe for African Shrimp(or chicken) Curry.  It's got lots of flavor and a dash of spiciness but nothing too hot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ingredients&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1 tablespoon of olive oil&lt;br /&gt;1 small onion (chopped)&lt;br /&gt;1 pepper (any color, chopped)&lt;br /&gt;3 cloves of garlic (chopped)&lt;br /&gt;1 can of diced tomatoes (or 5 small tomatoes chopped)&lt;br /&gt;3 tsp of curry powder&lt;br /&gt;1/2 tsp chili powder&lt;br /&gt;1/2 tsp salt&lt;br /&gt;1 lb of shrimp (could replace with cut up chicken breast)&lt;br /&gt;1/2 can of coconut milk&lt;br /&gt;a couple squirts of lemon juice&lt;br /&gt;a pinch of sugar&lt;br /&gt;and one bay leaf (don't break the leaf, leave it in to cook and then take out before serving)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Directions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1. In a large sauce pan or wok, saute onions, garlic and bay leaf for a few minutes in olive oil then add peppers and onion     until brown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Add tomatoes, curry powder, chili powder and salt.  Cook 5 minutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Add shrimp or chicken and cook til done (Shrimp takes about 8 minutes, basically when it's not pink anymore and the chicken will take longer around 15 minutes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Add coconut milk slowly and finally lemon juice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Serve with rice (let me know if anyone needs directions on how to cook rice!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENJOY!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/122577861770448643-7163308367828276164?l=collegegirlandbeyond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collegegirlandbeyond.blogspot.com/feeds/7163308367828276164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=122577861770448643&amp;postID=7163308367828276164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/122577861770448643/posts/default/7163308367828276164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/122577861770448643/posts/default/7163308367828276164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collegegirlandbeyond.blogspot.com/2008/05/recipe-of-week.html' title='Recipe of the Week'/><author><name>College Girl and Beyond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17942879422988534255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-122577861770448643.post-6072989565995946771</id><published>2008-05-29T09:44:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T09:46:10.586-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Easy QS?</title><content type='html'>I really dislike math, I'm definitely more of a paper writer than a test taker.  Does anyone know a class aside from Stat 10 or 101 that I could take for a not as harsh math experience?  I'd prefer something without a lab but at this point anything will do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/122577861770448643-6072989565995946771?l=collegegirlandbeyond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collegegirlandbeyond.blogspot.com/feeds/6072989565995946771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=122577861770448643&amp;postID=6072989565995946771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/122577861770448643/posts/default/6072989565995946771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/122577861770448643/posts/default/6072989565995946771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collegegirlandbeyond.blogspot.com/2008/05/easy-qs.html' title='Easy QS?'/><author><name>College Girl and Beyond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17942879422988534255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-122577861770448643.post-405739561357708168</id><published>2008-05-29T01:33:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T01:34:58.877-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How to get a job</title><content type='html'>I'm only a Sophomore, but I'm starting to feel the pressure of needing to decide what major I'll choose by the end of the year in order to get a good job.  Some of my older friends say it doesn't matter what I choose while others think it's very important (as well as my parents!)  Are there any alumni or seniors who could help relieve this stress or let me know what their experiences have been with majors and jobs?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/122577861770448643-405739561357708168?l=collegegirlandbeyond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collegegirlandbeyond.blogspot.com/feeds/405739561357708168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=122577861770448643&amp;postID=405739561357708168' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/122577861770448643/posts/default/405739561357708168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/122577861770448643/posts/default/405739561357708168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collegegirlandbeyond.blogspot.com/2008/05/how-to-get-job.html' title='How to get a job'/><author><name>College Girl and Beyond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17942879422988534255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-122577861770448643.post-2486239487946308274</id><published>2008-05-29T01:13:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T01:16:34.280-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Divisions at Duke?</title><content type='html'>I've heard that the Duke campus is really divided, is this true?  How are the divisions made?  Do a lot of girls end up losing friends if they don't join a sorority?  I know statistically how many people are in Greek life, but honestly do girls feel left out if they're not in one?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/122577861770448643-2486239487946308274?l=collegegirlandbeyond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collegegirlandbeyond.blogspot.com/feeds/2486239487946308274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=122577861770448643&amp;postID=2486239487946308274' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/122577861770448643/posts/default/2486239487946308274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/122577861770448643/posts/default/2486239487946308274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collegegirlandbeyond.blogspot.com/2008/05/divisions-at-duke.html' title='Divisions at Duke?'/><author><name>College Girl and Beyond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17942879422988534255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-122577861770448643.post-8092028674171752208</id><published>2008-05-26T21:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T21:34:30.747-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Desert Flower by Waris Dirie</title><content type='html'>For those of you who need some inspiration.  Easy read, great story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From a Time article in 2002:&lt;br /&gt;"Her story is the stuff of fiction: the daughter of Somali desert nomads, Waris ("desert flower" in Somali) Dirie fled her family when she was about 13 to escape marriage to a man old enough to be her grandfather. She landed in London as a servant to wealthy relatives and worked as a cleaner at McDonald's before becoming a supermodel, a James Bond girl, a U.N. special ambassador and a best-selling writer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hard to believe? Only until you meet Dirie. A warm but somehow elusive woman in her mid-30s — she doesn't know her age, nomads having little use for calendars and clocks — she radiates a luminous beauty with a whiff of the wild and free. Dirie is strikingly attractive, but her dramatic rags-to-riches journey was fueled not just by looks, but also by resilience. She calls it the power of the spirit. "I felt the power," she says when relating how she overcame some crisis or other in her life. "Believe in yourself, and nothing can stop you." That strength sustained her when she nearly died after being circumcised at the age of about five with a dirty razor blade. It saw her through her desert escape and the vagaries of a frenetic life on the international modeling circuit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dirie wrote about all this in &lt;i&gt;Desert Flower&lt;/i&gt;, her 1998 autobiography, which topped the British, German (1.75 million copies) and Dutch best-seller lists."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read entire article at http://www.time.com/time/magazine/article/0,9171,901020715-300618,00.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/122577861770448643-8092028674171752208?l=collegegirlandbeyond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collegegirlandbeyond.blogspot.com/feeds/8092028674171752208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=122577861770448643&amp;postID=8092028674171752208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/122577861770448643/posts/default/8092028674171752208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/122577861770448643/posts/default/8092028674171752208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collegegirlandbeyond.blogspot.com/2008/05/desert-flower-by-waris-dirie.html' title='Desert Flower by Waris Dirie'/><author><name>College Girl and Beyond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17942879422988534255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-122577861770448643.post-6856622189855729782</id><published>2008-05-26T11:53:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T11:57:04.973-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Eating Disorder?</title><content type='html'>I can't stop counting calories.  I don't know why, it's not like I don't eat because I do but I'm just constantly calculating it in my head.  Instead of being like I'm eating a piece of bread with a yogurt I'm adding up numbers (slice of bread 80 + lowfat yogurt 100).  Sometimes when I work out I even subtract the number of calories I've burned from my total calorie intake.  Is this the beginning of an eating disorder?  I don't think I'll stop eating but it's like I'm obsessed with counting calories.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/122577861770448643-6856622189855729782?l=collegegirlandbeyond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collegegirlandbeyond.blogspot.com/feeds/6856622189855729782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=122577861770448643&amp;postID=6856622189855729782' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/122577861770448643/posts/default/6856622189855729782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/122577861770448643/posts/default/6856622189855729782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collegegirlandbeyond.blogspot.com/2008/05/eating-disorder.html' title='Eating Disorder?'/><author><name>College Girl and Beyond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17942879422988534255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-122577861770448643.post-6986469731290944776</id><published>2008-05-25T18:15:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T18:16:29.416-04:00</updated><title type='text'>High School Boyfriend</title><content type='html'>I'm an incoming freshmen and my boyfriend and I are trying to figure out if we should stay together for college or break up.  We've been together for three years and I really love him but we both don't want to limit ourselves or be too hung up on the past.  Does anyone have experience with this?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/122577861770448643-6986469731290944776?l=collegegirlandbeyond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collegegirlandbeyond.blogspot.com/feeds/6986469731290944776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=122577861770448643&amp;postID=6986469731290944776' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/122577861770448643/posts/default/6986469731290944776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/122577861770448643/posts/default/6986469731290944776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collegegirlandbeyond.blogspot.com/2008/05/high-school-boyfriend.html' title='High School Boyfriend'/><author><name>College Girl and Beyond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17942879422988534255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-122577861770448643.post-7713152670810130277</id><published>2008-05-25T18:13:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T18:14:32.367-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Is there anything you wish you hadn't done?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/122577861770448643-7713152670810130277?l=collegegirlandbeyond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collegegirlandbeyond.blogspot.com/feeds/7713152670810130277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=122577861770448643&amp;postID=7713152670810130277' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/122577861770448643/posts/default/7713152670810130277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/122577861770448643/posts/default/7713152670810130277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collegegirlandbeyond.blogspot.com/2008/05/is-there-anything-you-wish-you-hadnt.html' title=''/><author><name>College Girl and Beyond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17942879422988534255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-122577861770448643.post-656891629944478465</id><published>2008-05-25T00:41:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T00:41:48.834-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What I wish I had done better</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title"&gt; &lt;a href="http://dukerealdeal.blogspot.com/2008/05/what-i-wish-i-had-done-better.html"&gt;What I wish I had done better&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/h3&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;My four years are actually over. After all of that complaining about tests, papers, and stress I sit here actually dreading the fact that my office won't let me sleep in until 11. I guess now that I'm done I feel like I should make sure others are aware of some of the things that I wish I had done while at Duke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. Kept in touch with the friends I made during my freshmen year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember freshmen year? It seemed like everyone was friends and it wasn't based (as much) on who you knew or where you belonged in the Duke social strata but more on being at the same place during such a great time in life. A simple phone call or occasional lunch date really isn't much effort but for some reason as the years went on the people in my freshmen dorm turned into one of those really awkward "do I say hi or not" situations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Spent more of Duke's money&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea we pay a shitload for tuition but Duke will actually (pretty easily too) pay for you to do almost anything if you pitch it to the right people. More Duke conversation dinners, more parties on the quad, I should have done another abroad experience in a non-European country (I'm not saying don't go to Europe, it's great but people need to get out of what's comfortable and do something totally new even if it's just 6 weeks). It wasn't until my senior year that I realized Duke will give you thousands of dollars if you do something that could benefit the Duke community or your Duke experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Focused more on myself than on Duke boys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I spent more effort my freshmen and sophomore year trying to get a guys attention then focusing on how I needed to grow, what weaknesses I needed to work on, what I love doing, what I hate doing, just figuring out who the hell I am as a person. Why is it that so many girls (myself included) spend most of our time talking about guys, talking about how to get a guy, what to do so that they'll like us, what we need to change so he'll actually be a boyfriend and not a boy_friend, etc. It's funny how the moment I started to concentrate more on me and building up my own confidence that I actually gained some respect and attention from guys. So here's my tip on how to get a guy: know who you are and be confident (easier said than done, I know).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stopped assuming that I knew what people were "really" like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wish I hadn't done this so often. I'm not sure why but the more time I spent at Duke the more I felt like I could categorize people and knew exactly how a person would act, like/dislike, or do before I even met them. I think this really limited me from meeting really amazing people. By the time I figured out how judgmental I was being, senior year was basically over. Find out what makes a person unique and how you can connect with them even if its only on one level. Music, art, passion for history or travel, foreign languages, the list can go on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Actually understood that when a guy says "just friends" he means it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure if it's the way we process things or just the way that women tend to be loving, nurturing beings but when a guy says "yea I mean let's be friends" but still calls you to spend the night, girls interpret it as "he's mine". NO. This was one of the hardest lessons I had to learn at Duke but it was better to learn it in college then when I'm older. Anyone seen that Sex and the City episode where all the girls try to have sex like a man? Yea we can't really do it, I truly believe there's a scientific reason but we get attached in some sort of way (or we lie to ourselves constantly trying to pretend like we don't care). Either way, it needs to stop. Women, stop chasing after guys all the time and let them come to you every once in a while. I constantly see a guy (who's not even that amazing to be honest) messing with multiple girls while I see beautiful and talented women constantly complaining about the lack of a man in her life. What's the deal?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/122577861770448643-656891629944478465?l=collegegirlandbeyond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collegegirlandbeyond.blogspot.com/feeds/656891629944478465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=122577861770448643&amp;postID=656891629944478465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/122577861770448643/posts/default/656891629944478465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/122577861770448643/posts/default/656891629944478465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collegegirlandbeyond.blogspot.com/2008/05/what-i-wish-i-had-done-better_25.html' title='What I wish I had done better'/><author><name>College Girl and Beyond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17942879422988534255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
