Bonjour.

Now that the salutation’s out of the way, I’m Estie.  Otherwise known as Celeste.  Otherwise known as:

• Molestie
• Impresstie
• Armrestie
• Pestie
• Depresstie
• Incestie, etc.

These nicknames are the creations of my younger brother, who thinks he is more grown up than me.  I’d like to point out that I’m not the one who was caught practicing my Rick Astley impression by a three-year-old child and a dental hygienist the last time I had my teeth cleaned.  But I digress.

I’m a nineteen-year-old sophomore at what I’ll call Country Club University in Greenville, South Carolina.  Yes, we even have a golf course.  And before you ask, Mark Sanford jokes are welcome here—see http://www.cafeats.com/ for further details, or consult Jon Stewart (duh).

To tell you the truth, though, Greenville is actually pretty nice.  We do our best to make the rest of the state look bad.  This is mostly due to the efforts of this cool guy:

Max Heller: Eat your heart out, Charleston! Nobody ever got malaria here.

The title of this blog is my great-aunt Eunice’s reaction to hearing that I only had a 3.5 GPA after my first semester at CCU. In keeping with Aunt Eunice’s wisdom, I hope to serve as a voice of reason to all those poor high school and college students out there who are killing themselves trying to be the perfect student.  I’m not advocating slacking, I just want to remind everyone (and help myself remember) that there’s more to life than making straight A’s.

Most of my entries will focus on issues related to college life, in all its various incarnations.  This will be limited somewhat by the fact that I don’t drink, and I’m not in a sorority.  If you’re here to find out the juicy details about all the bangin’ parties that go on down here at CCU, I’m afraid I can’t help you.  But if you want an honest look at what the life of an ordinary student is like, uncensored by marketing and admissions officers, you’ve come to the right place.

You’ve also come to the right place if you want to know one college student’s opinion on fashion, books, film, culture, teh interwebz, What Constitutes Proper Behavior, and anything else that comes to mind.  I’m not an expert, but like any good college student, I still reserve the right to present my opinions in as pretentious a manner as I desire.  I will also do my best to make these observations relevant to college life.

Apparently, it’s bad to make your readers go “whuh?” too often.

But sometimes, because I have delusions of grandeur, I will drift off into sordid tales of my own life and times.  I hope you’ll find them interesting, or at least entertaining (spoiler:  I fall down a lot).  If you are Not Amused, I apologize in advance.  I suggest that you visit Roger Ebert’s blog instead, because unlike me, the man actually knows what he’s talking about.  If he fails to move you, I have to inform you that you are either a Republican, a sociopath, or a spambot.

Begone!

In sum:

Me = Estie.  This = college blog.  You = welcome.

(I am a history major.  Above may be more math than I’ll do for the rest of my life.)