I am not one to complain about not going home to my family for Christmas because I do not have that family anymore... it just makes me extremely sad to see my friends who do have that privilege and complain about it. Be grateful that you are home with family for Christmas and are not spending it alone on campus. Because from first hand experience with that I can tell you that is not really that fun.

Im a forestry major.. and I was at the game last night, had the funnest time watching U of A kill NAU in basketball.. fun times.. Whats crazy is U of A pays NAU to come play down here in Tuscon... NAU made 600,000 for that game...fuck that lower my tuition fuckers

This page kinda sucks now. Before break we'd get a few funny confessions, now every post is someone saying, "home life sucks, I miss NAU. When do we go back? :("

I guess ironically what I'm trying to say is: these confessions suck, I can't wait for school to start up again.

There was the pretty, short red head who I wish I got the guts to ask out. She was in my english class and she was so goofy and funny and pretty much everyone loved her. Sadly, she always spent her time around this guy in class...even in the middle of class they would be drawing pictures together. I felt like the odd man out when we would hang out together as a group because the two of them got so close. I guess my point is...to all of you guys who are nervous about asking a girl out: just do it. You don't know who is going to have more guts then you and reap the rewards.

That moment when you're horny as fuck but you're at home with your family and so is your bf with his... curse you on your horrible timing stupid hormones!!

Not looking for applicants but....
I'm a red-headed guy and I secretly hope that the girl I fall for has blonde or red hair so we can make beautiful ginger babies. Souls are for cowards

I got to go back to where I grew up for Christmas. But I didn't get to go home. They say home is where the heart is, but there's nothing left here other than broken memories that I can never re visit. If home is where the heart is than i really dont don't have a home.

My dad tried to kill me since I was born. My mom never cared if he beat us or choked my brother and I, or threaten to harm us. It wasn't till she found about his affair that she ever got involved. The last time he tried to kill me, he was drunk on Christmas night. He took a knife and tried to stab me, and grabbed me by my hair and screamed at me for 'not knowing my place'. I worked for every dollar that contributed to my education. I paid for all of my housing through scholarships and long hours at work. I did everything on my own, so please enlighten me as to how I'm spoiled for not wanting to be home.