I'm a nerd, an introvert, and was panicked by loud parties (still am, in fact). The idea of living in a 24/7 party dorm or sorority gave me the willies.

I chose the "intensive study" dorm... and found a wonderful group of quiet people just like me. My closest friends now 20+ years later are people I met in that dorm. There were quirky people, fun people, annoying people, musicians, artists, chemistry majors, all sorts... all looking for a little peace and quiet.

That dorm was like home for me, I still have fond memories even if the power tripped off every time I dried my hair, and my roommate was a little odd. Our parties were the best, and I always, always knew that I could just go three floors up and the noise would go away.

My fondest memories come from talent shows... watching movies... listening to a guy sing perfect Gilbert and Sullivan and then break into Eric Clapton... it was great.

Talk to your school's residence office. Most schools will have a "study floor" in bigger dorms, or even an entire dorm. That's where the geeks like you are hiding. You can find them.

Good luck

...was an Eagle Scout, many years ago. He'd always thought he'd volunteer with Boy Scouts after he retired. Fast forward to today, when for exactly these reasons, he won't volunteer.

A neighbor of theirs ended up in court, and eventually committed suicide because some neighborhood kids accused the man of molesting them. Everyone (neighbors, parents, police, etc.) believed the kids. It turned out in the end (after his suicide), that the kids recanted their story. The man had been grumpy to them for riding their bikes on his lawn, so they made it up.

It had a lasting effect on my FIL. He loves our kids to pieces, is a great grandfather, but absolutely refuses to volunteer with any kids other than ours. It's sad too, he's a gentle, patient soul, who loves to take the time to explain things and listen. He'd be excellent on field trips or teaching reading. But he won't.

Best opening credits ever. If you have Netflix, go rent the first, only, aborted season of Firefly. Joss Whedon is a minor deity, and it still breaks my heart that Firefly got canceled.

... and she's seven. I'm just waiting for the day when she comes home in tears because someone makes fun of her. There are some dark haired Eastern European genetics in the woodpile, and it seems to have come out in spades in her, poor girl.

What am I going to say when she comes home in tears? "No, you're too young to shave your legs." I don't think so. A good friend of mine, of Colombian descent, was too embarrassed to wear shorts from age 9 until high school when her (light skinned, blonde) mother finally allowed her to shave. I don't want to go there either.

I think the time will come, in the not too distant future, to buy my daughter a women's electric razor.

... years ago, when my boyfriend (now husband) and I were invited to visit my Mom and Dad... conservative, small-town Catholics that they are and I am not any more.

We had a couple of visits where we did the separate bedroom thing, to please mom and dad. That got old fast. They knew we were living together, my mom loved to make sniffy remarks about it. When they visited us, they got the guest room and we stayed in our room. I finally said, we either get our own room at your house or we're not visiting. We're adults. You don't have to agree with us and how we live our lives, but if you want us to visit, we'd like our own bedroom please.

It took my mom about 20 minutes to get over it. We had our own room after that. Losing contact with us was a bigger deal to my mom than sleeping arrangements.

If that won't work with your mom, then get a motel. It will cost more, you'll be able to stay fewer days/visit less often because of the cost. You can explain that to her. But sleeping separately from your significant other is not an option, and is not something for your parents to expect you to tolerate.

After that, get a thick skin. Ignore the comments and the remarks. It's your life, you've grown up, you can sleep with whom you choose. If the comments and remarks become intolerable, you can back off even more (and tell your mom why).

Good luck.