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This isn’t meant to be sappy…

As I sit at my desk in front of my computer, trying to study for the tests in my last week of school, in the wee hours of the morning, to the glow of my computer monitors, I start to think back on this year and the things ill never forget…

Moving all of my shit into this dorm on a hot August afternoon. Remembering how miserable I was carrying everything I own up 80 some stairs. What a completely exhausting day. But at the same time I distinctly remember how much I didn’t even care about the exhaustion. Having that wonderful thought that when I said “goodbye” to mom and dad, they were gone and I was completely free in my own place. That’s definitely one thing I’ll never forget and never relive.

Setting up a completely unnecessary amount of AV equipment. Thinking back I really need to give my roommate some credit, it was alot of stuff….Not that he didn’t enjoy it as much as I did. Yes, granted in the early months our room dissipated more heat and used more electricity then some nuclear reactors, but it was pretty damn cool. The numerous attempts to load balance the power in our room because we would trip circuits constantly. Who could forget those times we played our music so loud it would shake everything. And of course those visits from the girls who lived under us to scream about how loud the music was, they probably hate us still.

Going out to numerous parties, meeting new friends, building a new family basically. The best thing I brought to college was a camera. Looking back at those pictures from all those crazy nights still make me smile. Where did the time go? Moving back to the bottom of the social totem poll isn’t always easy, but making a name for yourself again is one of life’s biggest rushes.

All of those crazy nights spend in the dorms with friends, all of the times we laughed so hard we thought we would cry, all of those times we were so close to getting in trouble…I’ll never forget those. Even though the dorm room is just about empty right now, I can still picture it at its best. People having a good time. There are still things such as carpet stains, empty bottles and my classic “give a shit meter” that couldn’t better sum up my year.

And those wonderful stories about the things we did, good or bad. Do I regret some? of course, Do I wish some of them would never be spoken of? sure. But at the same time no matter how much I hate hearing them being repeated, it still makes me think back and say to myself “what the hell were you thinking” or “that was something ill never forget”. I guess it’s part of learning and getting old?

How about those pain in the ass classes? For me it was definitely Pre-Calc. For as long as I live I will never forget that class. I’ve never worked so hard in my life and achieved something so disappointing. But at the same time, maybe it was what I needed to put me on the track that I should be on? I’ll never know. And my lovely math class this semester, where I have to wake up at 7:30 to make it there by 8:00. That was definitely hell. Why was it always soo cold those mornings? I’ll Never know..

And at the same time those classes that are completely intriguing. I think about my English and history classes where I was really able to excel and retain so much useful information. I was so glad to finally have something like that.

Figuring out who my “real” friends are. I know that sounds high school and childish but it’s true. You’ll know your real friends during this point in your life if they A) Come to visit you. B) Stay in contact with you. It’s very interesting to see how people fall away. Do I care? Not really…

Again, making new friends/relationship, staying with your “real” old ones, realizing how much you really miss certain people and what they really mean to you, and at the same time losing contact with the rest. This is something thats become a very big reality to me this year.

Those trips to visit friends and even to go home and see old ones. The cost never mattered to me because seeing people you care about is priceless. Going to CMU to see my best buddy, or going to MSU to see Jack’s Mannequin with my buddy Brian. Defiantly worth every penny. And at the same time when people came to see me, we always had a great time.

How about those wonderful weekend family visits. Yes those, where you have a terrible headache from the night before and are scrambling to hide the playboys and bottles. Got to love those. But it was totally worth it for going out for something other than cafeteria food and getting a couple bucks from my dad.

Or even going to the mailbox and getting something unexpected. That really made some of my bad days so much better.

Out of all of them, these are my two favorite:

Going to Anthony’s cottage for the day in October, I could write a whole blog post on that day on itself. Those of you who know the story are already laughing now.

The 1:00am Shit Show at 615. Again if those of you who know about it are already laughing.

I’m never one to end a post with a quote but I read this one a few weeks ago and it’s been really sicking in my head.

“And seemingly as winter has quickly become spring, confusion has without notice become insight. And with it, the end has finally revealed itself somewhere not far on the horizon.” – Andrew McMahon

I could never list all of my memories from this year, it’d be impossible. These are just some of the best….