Seriously? I feel like I'm in a middle age crisis. My first year of college will be over in a week. I will be a second year in a few months. And this summer's going to fly by.
I just had an epiphany, while studying for bio. I wish there was some kind of cryogenic technology for time, so we could just stop the clock at this very moment. On this perfect day, the last day of classes of my freshman year at a drinking school with an engineering problem. The sun is shining, there's a warm breeze wafting through my window, and, even though I'm reading about specialized respiratory surfaces and listening to Let's Get Fucked Up, I wouldn't want to be anywhere else right now. I love this lifestyle. I sleep all day (okay, maybe not all day, but you know, during the day) and stay up all night (okay, not all night, but at least half). We get worked to the bone, but we party hard as well. And as depressing as my 165 square-foot room can be sometimes, with its linoleum tiles, pale green walls, and cheap horror movie fluorescent lights not unlike those in a mental asylum, it's still a home away from home.
Asher Roth has it about half right. I'm not a fan of Miller Lite or Thirsty Thursdays, and I have no idea where the hell he managed to find pizza for a dollar a slice, but still, I love college.
And I know it's three years down the road (hopefully, knock on wood), but what he says at the end of "I Love College" is perfect.
"Do I have to graduate? Or can I just stay here for the rest of my life?"
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