After a break of globetrotting or deep existential musings or endless hours of catching up on “Scandal” with mom and the cat, we’re all back in the arctic tundra of a January Bowdoin. With a week under our belts, a soft 90 percent of all our conversations have included either inquiries about how our breaks were or lamentations on how annoying inquiries about our breaks are. We’re also finding ourselves describing our transitions from “The Real World” back to Bowdoin. And no, we’re not talking about the two-decade running cultural phenomenon that was MTV’s “Real World.”

The phrase “The Real World” gets tossed around a lot at Bowdoin. Recently, we’ve heard it used as an excuse for unsavory behavior on our campus and other college campuses. But more broadly at Bowdoin, the phrase is used to differentiate the place where we spend the majority of our time from reality. Anytime we leave Bowdoin, we enter this real world. Anytime we pause to consider the utility of which classes we take and which major we choose, we’re factoring in “The Real World.” Anytime we think about life after Bowdoin, we name it “The Real World.” We talk about our time here as if it’s a magical fairyland summer camp where time just doesn’t seem to hold the same weight as it does elsewhere.

Of course, life at Bowdoin feels different from life anywhere else. It’s highly concentrated. We’re enveloped by a frenzy of campus wides and heated discussions on the top floor of Adams and Moulton brunch playlists and lab reports and blizzards and sunrise smoothies and the most stimulating, thoughtful, fun people we’ve ever encountered. Each day feels like three days. What about this is not “real”?

Sure, we’re privileged here. We’re nurtured. Sheltered, even. But that doesn’t mean we should discount our time at Bowdoin as something separate from real life. When we split ourselves this way, we’re always internally at odds. Reconciling distance, and who we are in different places, is part of growing up. But calling anywhere besides here “The Real World” makes this task harder. Because how can we possibly become cohesive, functional people out of the disjointed sections of our lives while not giving Bowdoin the gravity of “The Real World?”
“The Real World” has many iterations. The two of us link it with the stability and structure in our lives before Bowdoin. But it can also mean the “harsh reality” that lies outside the bubble. It can mean personal space. It can mean the world that expects us to work hard and make money and be “successful.” Even though we think of “The Real World” in different ways, it is always in opposition to Bowdoin.

In doing this, we’re framing Bowdoin and our daily lives here as unreal. It’s not a big jump to go from here to “what I’m learning won’t matter outside of this context,” “this time is just a placeholder” and “my feelings aren’t that important.” So we slump. As sophomores, slump is in the air. The more that’s put on our plates—major declaration, study abroad applications, housing choices, increasingly intricate social scenes—the harder we slump. It’s tempting to slip into some combination of dealing with these things and complaining about dealing with these things or just blowing it all off and hiding under the blankets. We are forced to grapple with decisions from “The Real World” while living in a space that we deem not real. So we lose motivation. We stop being present. We forget to relish this place.

Bowdoin is reality. It’s real because we experience it every day. That’s the point, in and of itself. By existing here, we make it “The Real World.” And that’s scary as shit, right? We’re staring big decisions in the face all the time, and we want to write our uncertainty off as unreal, as just passing through. But maybe we ought to sink into that instability. Being in-between is terrifying, but it’s exciting, and it is “The Real World.”