12 Things Every Incoming Liberty Freshman Should Know

Awkward Couples of Liberty

1. Learn to love Walmart


Anyone who’s spent more than a month at Liberty University understands that Walmart is a lifeline for our school. Students will trek through the blazing heat and showering snow just to purchase a bag of chips or a new lamp for their dorm room. In Lynchburg, this discount superstore is the epitome of class and modern technology. Yes, you will witness fights, attempted burglaries and all other assorted types of shenanigans within it’s hallowed walls, but you’ll learn to love the place, flaws and all.

2. There’s nothing to do in Lynchburg after 11pm

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If you’re planning on attending Liberty University for a crazy night life, I’m afraid you’ve chosen the wrong school. Everything in Lynchburg, except for Cookout and Walmart, closes at around 11:00pm. Sure, you can wander the streets waiting for adventure to find you, but it will most likely come in the form of a rabid raccoon…

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College Girl Now📕📚😏🙏🏽✊🏽👌🏽💯🖖🏽🏚💻⌨🎓

  I feel so blessed to get accepted into one of my top choices schools. Great feeling can’t wait for January to start. I’m a just pray I do well in my courses because my Dyscalculia brain can’t handle so much but Ima try the best I can and accomplish my dream by doing all my courses. 💯🙏🏽📚🎓👀✊🏽 

Yeah man. Couldn’t be more excited by this. 💯〽️⚠️🌫🌙🌧🌬✊🏽😏👌🏽🖖🏽🙏🏽

P.S. Can’t wait for my letter to come in the mail and also can’t wait to start classes January can’t get here fast enough lol. 

P.S. Can’t wait for my letter to come in the mail and also can’t wait to start classes January can’t get here fast enough lol. 

High School Diploma 🤗🎓🎓🎓

I’m so glad that my diploma came in the mail! Finally graduated high school. I am proud of myself. I graduated with a 3.0 GPA. That’s not bad for someone who has a learning disability. And gotten accepted into my number 1 choice college right after. #GodIsGood. 🙏🏽🎓✊🏽 @pennfoster 

“Temperature Rising” by Karen Kelley

“Temperature Rising” by Karen Kelley” 📙 

There are good and bad things in an undercover cop’s life. Mistaking the police chief’s luscious daughter for a prostitute? Bad, bad, bad. Finding out the babe is a black belt who will soon be posing as your wife on a sting operation? Oh baby, so good. For lawman Conor Richmond, playing house while trying to crack a burglary ring means a chance to make amends to Jessica Nelson for the, urn, unfortunate pat-down. And with the arrival of a heart-shaped mattress, a faux bearskin rug, chocolate and champagne, Conor’s well on his way to making sure their charade looks, feels, and tastes blissfully real. Jessica comes from a long line of cops-shoot, her teething ring was a pair of handcuffs – and she’s had it. She wants a normal life with a husband who doesn’t think procedurals are foreplay. Still, if going undercover will help her dad, she’s willing to do it. But her resolution to keep her cool around the smug, sexy Conor – a man who can arouse her with one naughty wink – will be tough. Who knew staking out bad guys while staging full-on make out sessions would be such a rush? Suddenly, Jessica’s having second thoughts about giving up police work – and a certain hot cop. Now, with the temperature rising – both on the case and in the bedroom – two relentless, funny, exasperating, hot-blooded and head-over-heels cops are in danger of blowing their cover – with each other.

Audrey’s Door by Sarah Langan

“Audrey’s Door by Sarah Langan” 

From the Back Cover

Built on the Upper West Side, the elegant Breviary claims a regal history. But despite 14B’s astonishingly low rental price, the recent tragedy within its walls has frightened away all potential tenants . . . except for Audrey Lucas.

No stranger to tragedy at thirty-two—a survivor of a fatherless childhood and a mother’s hopeless dementia— Audrey is obsessively determined to make her own way in a city that often strangles the weak. But is it something otherworldly or Audrey’s own increasing instability that’s to blame for the dark visions that haunt her . . . and for the voice that demands that she build a door? A door it would be true madness to open . . .