I've spoken with several people about this in recent weeks, which got me thinking. I suppose everyone romanticizes things in their mind (think, that semester you were so busy you almost ripped your hair out...that now seems so much better than you realized at the time), and looking back we *selectively* remember the best times:
- Playing whiffle ball in the drainage pond by my house
- Watching every game of the world series on my front porch
- "Tailgating" for the UGA/FL game in Athens, and it being way more fun than actually going
- Out of town formals & weekend retreats
- Coming home from class and doing nothing
- Staying up til 2:00am freshman year and getting up for 8:00am classes every morning
- Spaghetti dinner night with the roommates
- Seeing Hardcore stretch out Harry's hamstring (have to be there)
- Dinner downtown after formal chapters
- Jumping into a hotel swimming pool in Boone, NC in January
I find myself wishing that I was once again living with my three roommates, in the ghetto, with some of the most disgusting smells I have ever experienced outside the East Campus Funk. However, I don't miss the part where I had some type of meeting each weekday - when studying was getting in the way of my college experience.
Maybe part of the frustration for me, as a grad student, is that every single bad study habit (i.e. blogging whilst I should be working on the all-important brief [yes, I just used the word, "whilst"]) carries over.
This is something to work on.
Well, in the meantime, at least I still have two more years in the best college town in this country. Thousands of people have had to say goodbye, so maybe I'll be ready to go by then - heaven forbid I risk becoming a townie.
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