As I sit here at one in the morning, I cannot sleep. Why you might ask? I am depressed. Not only because I have a statistics final in eight hours, or because there is no food in my room and I am starving, but because my first year of college is over. O.V.E.R. I just can't believe it. It really hit me tonight while Jamil and I were studying in lobby of CM. It began with multiple boxes of rice krispies treats falling from the sky. Literally. (I ate three. SO GOOD.) And as Martha, Megan, Michelle, Emily, Jamil and I were enjoying the unexpected surprise a couple of drunk seniors stumbled onto the scene. After a couple minutes of their stammering and shouting they began to give us a little advice about college: "IT IS GOING TO FLY BY", "WE DON'T WANT TO GO TO THE REAL WORLD", "WE WANT TO STAY IN COLLEGE FOREVER AND DRINK EVERYDAY WITH OUR FRIENDS", "I HAVE TO GO TO WORK, WHAT THE HELL??", "DON'T WASTE A MINUTE, IT WILL BE OVER BEFORE YOU KNOW IT", and so on and so forth. Not only did their rant ruin the delicious treats, it just made me think, HOLY SHIT. This year did fly by, and then next year we will be sophomores and then after that juniors and then seniors, AND THEN REAL LIFE. No more parties, no more sleeping in until two on the weekends, no more brunch at the Cog, no more community living, no more Crosby, no more dances, no more college. SAD DAY.
I don't want to grow up,
Mere
P.S. I promise to blog more often, and to throw in a Mere-losophy or two. Ta!
