Chris M. and myself looking at some theater or cathedral. It's edgy.
In approximately one month, I will be heading out to college. 30 days, and then It’s off to Richmond and into the next chapter of my life. I think it’s going to be fun, exciting and all that jazz, but now I can’t tell if my responses to my friends and families never ending queries of “when are you leaving for college?” are even genuine. “August 21st.” I’d say, robotically. Repeating something over and over, only makes it feel more metallic and permanent, yet I still have yet to feel the situation solidify. Am I afraid? A little. Nervous? Maybe? Anxious? Why so many questions? I’ll take that as a yes.
On one hand, I am at the gates of my newest journey in life and yeah, I am pretty excited. But on the other, I’m at the gates of my newest journey in life and yeah, I’m scared shitless.
I’ll meet new people. So that’s a plus.
I’m rooming with my best friend. Add one in the “pros” column.
Richmond is a great city. Strike three.
I have a possible job at Apple: Yay, Apple.
All my classes are really nice, and timed well. Swish.
I suppose going away to college wont be too bad, not that I thought it would be horrendous. Still though, not knowing what’s going to happen next gives me the strangest sense of excitement and fear all mixed into one.
College makes people cry.
College brings out the nerd in you.
College makes douchebags and douchebagettes, into larger douching products.
But most of all,
College turns students into scholars, professors into mentors, and companions into siblings.
Fuck it. I can’t wait to go to College.
This is the truth. I’m moving six hours away from home, and there’s no doubt I fucked around a ton when I was in my home town, not doing things when they needed to be done, but hey, I get a new shot. Plus people will actually call me by my first name, which is a unique experience.
Yeah, it’s a second chance for reinvention. That’s how I like to think about it. I just hope I can live up to and beyond the ranks of my high school persona. I’ll call you by your first name, Although nicknames are one of my guilty pleasures.
Think that sentiment is spot on, dawg. I felt that way when I went. But life is way different than it was in 1979, and being able to stay emotionally connected to the people you care about required expensive phone calls or writing a letter. Yes, with a stamp.
Anachronistic, yes, but the point is that having an anchor to home is as simple as an IM, an email, a video chat, and it is much more meaningful and valuable than you might think. And having that anchor is the ideal springboard to reinvention, since you always have people you care about to communicate with.
Godspeed, son. Go kill ‘em, Joe…
Exactly, that’s what I’m feeling about college. The best thing for me about VCU is that it’s an arts school, so there’s going to be interesting stuff going on artistically (music, whatever). That whole scene element is why I’m there as opposed to anywhere else.
get ready for your pot consumption to skyrocket.
even if you start off as “just say no”
Hahaha, so I’ve been told.