Back to School:
1. New semester, new start. This is the time of year I'm the most motivated. I decide I'm gunna kick ass the following semester and it feels good to have the slate wiped clean. (this feeling of course leaves after about 4 days... but it's good while it lasts)
2. Back to school shopping!! Love it. I always buy shiny things. And many a thing that I will never need. I bought an entire pack of metallic colored staple refills like, sophomore year or something. I still have 98% of them left. But it's badass when I staple my resume in hottt pink.
3. Apartment shopping! Need I explain further?
4. The first week is all syllabus stuff. It's all the fun of school without the work.
5. Getting back into a routine. Although lounging around is fun--- I definitely enjoy being a schedule, making lists so I can make the schedule work, and the executing that schedule well.
6. Reunions with friends. While a lot of people stay for the summer, a lot of people don't. It's fun to see everyone and have friends back all in the same place again. First weekend back to school runs a VERY close second to Mifflin on my favorite weekends of the year list. And no. Halloween does NOT make that list. But thats for another week's post.
Things I miss about being a student:
1. The SERF. They had everything I needed. A pool, stairs to run, workout classes, and everything else you can imagine. And it was essentially free. Finding a decent gym is expensive and hard.
2. Student discounts. After having my wallet stolen numerous times-- I no longer have my student ID. Now I have to lie when I go to Flat Top, use someone else's bus pass when I go to Comedy Club, and sometiems just don't plain get discounts at places I haven't figured out how to beat the system.
3. What I miss about being a freshman: Carefree lifestyle. You're just getting used to college life and thoroughly enjoying being on your own schedule. No curfew, no checking in, it's all about you. But you don't have the burden of hard classes. Unless you're Kaley and can't remember the word for "spanish" in spanish. That makes things harder. I met a lot of my close friends that year and just lived it up.
4. What I miss about being a sophomore: Being a sophomore--- you're WAY cooler than a fresman. like, WAY cooler... or so think all the sophomores. Sophomore year you're established. You have a group of friends. You have an apartment. You have a little more knowledge and a little more of an idea of where you're headed. It was a year of learnig experience. The first time I was in an apartment with friends. Six of us all together--- which is a lot of girls in a small space. We learned a lot about each other, and we made it work (for the most part). Tania and I had some ridiculous times in the loft that still make us burst out laughing talking about them today.
5. What I miss about being a junior: Junior year is where things sort of got a little more serious. I was only there for half of the year, so I had to fit all my Madison time into one semester. I lived in three different places, probably in equal amounts. Those three places being: the Tri Delta house (where I technically lived on paper and paid rent to live in), Tania's house, and Grainger Hall (the Business School building). Definitely worked hard--- but also played hard. I met my Italian boys this semester--- and I dunno what I'd do without them. :) I'm not including my time in Italy-- because I literally miss EVERYTHING about it.
6. What I miss about being a senior: As a senior--- it's not quite like in high school where you run that shit. But you still feel a sense of being wiser than the silly juniors who are turning 21 left and right doing super smart things (Me being one of them on that occassion). You start to get senioritus at some point--- and that's when shit hits the fan. It starts becoming much less about school and much more about your expereinces. The friends you've made, the traditions you've built and become a part of, and the memories that you'll always have of these last four years. You start to freak out about the future and realize that you're not ready. You start to realize who your friends are vs. your friends you call to go to the bars. You realize that this phenomenal time in your life is coming to an end, and you're about to start a new chapter. It's when you think back to when all those old people told you to enjoy every moment of this-- because it goes so fast. You remember how you just brusehd it off--- everyone says that--- and how now, now you really understand why they said that. Maybe old people know what they're talking about after all. It's your last year of sweatpants. The last year you do octobongs in the parking lot. The last year you can go to the Union without having to buy some STUPID membership card. Senior year is the culmination of your college career--- when you can look back and revel in your friends, your bad decisions, the few things you've retained from your power lectures. It's the end of your childhood, really.
All of that being said, when I graduated college, there was nothing I wanted more than to leave school as far behind me as possible. Homework, studying, sleeping through classes--- it was all over, and I couldn't have been more excited. I needed the two years I took off of school for me. I needed that first year to play. Nothing but waiting tables, drinking, and laughing with good friends. No, GREAT friends. That second year? As you all know, I'm obsessed with Italy. I needed that time to go and do my thing. Now, I'm happy to say that I'm over this whole transition thing and ready to go into the real world. Guess we all gotta grow up some time, right?
er...maybe not...
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