My friend Suzanne and I were wandering around campus trying to figure out just how to meet people. We stumbled across a small kitchen on the 7th floor of our dorm, and she had this great idea of baking cookies later on. Cookies. Mothers make cookies. Sunday school teachers make cookies. Not kids who are in college. Nonetheless, we bought some of that pre made Pillsbury dough and began the baking expedition. As the smell traveled throughout the floor, all sorts of people were stopping by to see what we were doing, most of which were guys. By the end of the night, we had a line of people waiting to eat cookies, and we even had little bathroom cups full of milk. I met more people while baking than I did going to parties or trying to socialize. We even got invited into someone's room to watch a movie.

Today I was frustrated because it seemed as though everyone had found a group of friends except for me. I didn't know what I could do to put myself out there. Who knew so many people liked cookies? Everyone was telling us how cool we were. It made me feel great.

So now the entire 7th floor of my dorm is my friend. That's one floor down, 15 to go.