Seven letters
365 days
... and a couple hours
8 credit hours
more home work than im willing to admit
Not as much booze as you might guess
A change so massive it will only be put into motion by a piece of paper
one year.
All that's left between me and the weirdly wonderful world we call the rest of our life.
one year.
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Now that that's out of the way I feel like I can talk a little more freely. My friend and probably one of only like one maybe two people who reads these things recently told me I should continue. And here I am, tired, emotionally fatigued from the end of house of cards season one and feeling like I should write a little bit. College has been for me what I hope it is for all my friends, a tremendous growing period filled with downs that teach you how life will teach you one your own, but mostly with overwhelming highs that help you appreciate the delicate state of your life that you are actually in. College has taught me how to be a better teacher but also a better learner, a better speaker but also a listener, a better drinker but also care giver but most importantly I think the number one thing college has given me is perspective. A lot of people in my position love to throw around cliches about their last year of college. I'm personally guilty of carpeting my summer with them; "it's gone by so fast" "grades are good enough, I need cash" "I wish I had 4 more years". But in reality I'm kind of excited, I find myself in a mental tug of war that wants to enjoy every day as it's presented, much in the Ferris Bueller style of smelling the roses where ever they are, but at the same time the amount of information I've accumulated and experience I've gained has me primed and chomping at the bit for the next great challenge of my life. Recently a major chapter of my life closed as my first band officially played out last show and broke up, so now musically I feel challenged to do new and better things. All summer I've been working laborious jobs to save for school which has been rewarding but also leaves me hoping for a bigger intelectual challenge going forward. The last thing that's really been on my mind lately is my buddy Tom, Thom, Thomas, Gingy, whatever you call him is irrelevant. But this kid dropped out of school, is working full time, plays in two kick ass bands and has a dope
Girl friend, and sometimes I wonder if the paths the two of us have taken share more similarities or differences. Sure on the surface he might be living a totally different life than I am but when you open a bottle of Jack Daniels with the guy and just talk about stuff I can't help but feel a strong connection with him and my other friend Mike. Like although our paths are divergent, they all lead through the same forest. That's the prospective I think I'm going to try to cultivate in my last year at school, a combination of big picture, long term goals, the destination outside the forest. But at the same time enjoy the roses on the path I have to myself, make the most of the time, place and people I have left before the year ends and those things fundamentally change.
Any way it's bed time now. I'm just gonna yo load this with out proofing it from my note pad on my phone. This was good. Thanks for the recommendation friend.
My phone is always on,
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