End of sophomore year…
Everything about the end of this year was just so…anticlimactic. It was so weird in contrast to my freshman year where the end of spring semester was this giant orgy of “WE DID IT…FRESHMAN YEAR OVER…LET’S DRINK…LET’S PARTY…etc.” The end of this year was just so bland and commonplace and strange that it really gave me a jolt of real life and made me fear that real life might just be as leveled off as the end of the year was and a far stretch from the lively aura of freshman year. I remember the end of freshman year was such a big bang of emotions. It was basically bittersweet on steroids. I remember freshman year strolling through the Quads on Livingston on such beautiful days, in between studying my ass off for Human Sexuality, the one class I was shit scared of failing. Then I remember the hours before that last final of freshman year, sitting outside of the student center with a friend frantically studying and chain smoking cigarettes. This year I simply strolled to my last final alone, looking around at the scenery of College Ave and thinking that the next time I’d be here would be as a college junior. Such a far cry from that last final of freshman year where all of the anticipation and passion and desire for fun was just pent up in my nineteen-year-old body. I remember taking that final and finishing, then walking back to my building with the biggest sense of accomplishment ever. I—a college freshman—finished out my freshman year in good standing. I dove head first into the crazy spontaneous fun of freshman year, filled with all of the amazing pleasures that your parents warn you about. And I came out on top. I came out unscathed. It was the biggest sense of accomplishment I had to date. It was euphoric. It was special. It was…something. Now…I just feel like another year went by. The novelty of college wore off. Instead of celebrating another semester successfully completed I’m sitting worrying about getting a job. One big difference between freshman and sophomore year was the ability to live in the moment. I had some really amazing and fun times this past year but in the midst of it all I just felt adulthood and the real world breathing down my neck. Freshman year was the most spontaneous, carefree, and amazing year I ever had. I still did well in school, but the thought of the real world was still so far behind. It felt more like high school on steroids. Sophomore year got a little more real and I felt like I had to re-train myself to go out on a whim and have fun. But overall it wasn’t a bad year. I just started to feel…older. And it took me aback a bit. It’s only life I guess. I had some good times. Some great times actually. I learned a lot this year. I’ll probably end up writing more about this past year at school pretty soon. It’s crazy that I’m already halfway through college. On my way home from school I drove through the parking lot and back of my high school and I felt so distant from it. It really was a while ago now. I only went to school with two—about to be one—classes that are still left in JP. It’s just a little microcosm that reminds you that life goes on all around you and you have to make the best of it. I had my fun in high school and I have two more years of college to make the absolute best of. Then it’s real life to conquer. I’m not too worried for the most part. It’s hard that as you get older you realize that things are permanently behind you. No more football for me, no more high school, no more carefree freshman year of college. But there’s a lot to look forward to. And thank God that I still have my boys to reminisce with. Just like the old Bruce song “Glory Days.” Ahh good times good times. And there’s so much great stuff to look forward to. It starts with Summer 2012. Let’s see what awaits…
Babe Ruth slides safely into home during a 1934 Yankees-Tigers game. (AP)
GALLERY: Classic Photos of Babe Ruth
Just now on my way to class I was walking behind a rather awkward-appearing couple, and rather than holding hands or something, the girl was just holding onto the guy’s backpack as he wore it. Like..uhhhh. I’m not a huge advocator of PDA but…hold his hand? It was so odd to watch…it was almost weirder than “hover hand.” Then I noticed the guy was holding his iPod in the hand on the girl’s side. They were definitely a couple too by the way they were acting on the bus…eh fuck it. Done trying to figure it out…time to pay attention in class.
I didn’t mind waking up to rain today. It was nice to just wake up, grab my computer while still laying in bed, and just mentally recharge for the upcoming week as I watch the rain from my bedside window. Whenever it’s super nice out I always want to spend as much time outside as possible, otherwise I feel like I’m wasting beautiful weather. The rain gives me a bit of a time out from everything. It’s a lazy rainy Sunday and I can pretty much just take deep breaths all day, relax a bit, and then start buckling down later on. Now I feel like I basically got most of my computer fix out of the way for today since I’ve been on it all afternoon, so now I feel free to go grab a bite, maybe watch some tv, and get back to work since it’s the homestretch for school now.
Write love letters to each other and place into a box along with a bottle of wine. Nail it shut at the wedding. When you have your first fight, open it up, pour the wine, go to separate corners, read the love letter & remember what it’s all about….
That’s an interesting tradition.
Doing it! if i ever get married
That’s… a really good idea.
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