Ever have those dreams as a kid when boys never liked girls or vice versa and you woke up and found yourself in a classroom where everyone in the class (including the teacher) was the opposite sex? It might have seemed like a nightmare to everyone when we were kids, but it's a whole new experience when you are 10 years older.
I've had the experience of being a guy living on an all-girls college campus for a few days.
Let me tell you: It was very interesting.
My sister attends Smith College in Massachusetts. It's a beautiful campus in a nice, small town; the only downside is that it's very hilly. Every block you walk is a hill going up and the next is one going down. It was a huge shock to my system having to walk up all the hills.
When I arrived in the town of Northampton, the college realm didn't overwhelm me or seem any different than the typical life of a high school student. The only difference is that you live on your own and sleep in a room that's smaller than a broom closet.
The first night, I went to dinner with my sister and several of her friends, me being the only guy. After we ordered the food, a whole new system of communication began. I sat at the end of the table as seven women sat and talked. It was seven voices all going at once and what was more interesting was that they could all keep up with each other! The conversation changed every three seconds. The glimpses of words I could catch were about "Glee" and about guy actors they thought were gorgeous. For the majority of the meal, I sat in silence. When the meal was over, I had a headache.
It was daunting when I woke up the next day and remembered the insanity of voices from the night before and anticipated more of the same. That day, however, I was able to go to a couple of classes. My sister is a film studies minor, which is great for me being a huge film buff. The first class went great, and I was able to understand a lot of what they were saying.
It was 15 people discussing "The Prestige," which is one of my favorite films, and one of my sister's too.
The next class we went to was not what I expected. I was told by my sister to watch the film "Catfish." I watched it and thought the class would be discussing the controversy with the film. That was only about five seconds of the class. The course was Cinema and Technology in the World 3.0 or something like that. I sat down in the room and as the class started my brain went into overload. I was very impressed that the students understood what was going on.
Even though most of the women at the college talk like teenagers, they surpass me by far in intelligence.
I walked out of that class feeling small. I just sat there for two hours listening to a foreign language. I tried reading a bit from the textbook but that only made it worse. I kept looking at words that seemed made up but looked real.
Being a male and just seeing "Women's Bathroom" all over the place, you get a strong feeling that this school is not for you.
I felt paranoid at times, maybe I still am or it's completely my imagination, but when I was there I felt like all the time I was "getting looks" from the women on campus. I didn't know if they thought I was stalking them, or if they were thinking, "Wait, a guy is on campus? Am I still at Smith?"
My experience at Smith was interesting. I got the chance to do something that not many men get to do. I left with an accomplished feeling, and it was nice to see my sister. I loved being on a college campus even if it was only for females.
Would I ever do it again? No, my brain hurt too much.