Second In Shabbos. I feel like there's some kind of science to it that's only fully developed by senior year. Step One, have a clique. It's foolproof. Step Two, descend upon Koch Auditorium in a drove. Step three, grab a table and sit, all together, then talk and laugh and look extraordinarily comfortable. If at any point in this simple process you slip up on the most minute detail, you will feel like a fool and be prepared to go into Embarrassed Lost Child mode. (At least if you're a girl, that is - there's a reason I'm not a guy.) I'm sure this is all just me being bitter and melodramatic about the whole situation, but honestly, I hate feeling like I'm in high school again.
Then there's the issue of the fact that I never in a million years thought I would ever be in the Most Religious category. For Pete's sake, where I come from I'm practically whorish! There were two classes - the frum and the scandalous. Now I'm all aflutter wondering where the rest of the people here fit in. Scratch that, where they ALL fit in, because none of them fit. Damn it. I never thought going mainstream would have an opposite effect on me.