In the recent past I’ve noticed a lot of things changing. I don’t exactly “go with the flow” nor do I like to “live on the edge” very often. I’m positive that every college experience required living on the edge, at least a little bit. I loved it.
There really wasn’t a time when I didn’t like being on campus, although I did miss my dogs quite a bit. I never would have thought that Hiking 3 (the coolest freshman group on campus) would actually stick together as friends for the whole semester. I never thought my best friend would be the nappy headed boy who drank too much Arizona Tea.
I liked having friends so close together, but I loved staying out till 2:30 in the morning, eating crappy fast food, and playing card games till someone fell asleep on the floor. (There was studying involved, that just ended around midnight..) Dragging myself out of bed in the mornings and eating Ramen for breakfast usually wasn’t the highlight of the day, but at least I didn’t have an 8am. College was fun. At least the first semester was.
Second semester was a slap in the face. Studying till 2:30 in the morning, no more cards, a lot more fast food, and those pants were definitely not that tight when I put them on last semester. I survived it, even with missing classes for two trips across the country and taking finals a week early to venture around the Netherlands.
I lived. I didn’t just survive through the year, I lived. I made friends, I stayed out way too late, I ate too much fast food, and fifty years down the line I’ll realize I ate too much Ramen when my cholesterol is bad. But I lived and it was freaking fantastic.
As for the summer, good times await.