it's closing time
so heres the deal. life here at wmu is running as normal. classes, which are all but amusing (which is as to be expected) is then followed by the ever eventfull and fun filled frat parties. college, one huge party with a $50,000 cover charge, right? well if this is so, then yet another thing holds true. all good things must also come to the end we all so dred. which ironically, is the same thing that the "high school-soon-to-be college student" must face. leaving the life that you've been acustumed to and thrown into a world different than you have ever known. living life completely on your own (with your parents fronting the bills of course) and, basically, starting life all over agian. all this to only repeat this strange, yet soon to be all to familiar course. it's getting closer to that time once agian. it's moving time. time to once again pack your entire life into boxes and bins and make the long trip all the way across the state to resume the life that you once were so used to. life back in the suburbs were your family name is everything and depending on who you are, can open many doors. no longer are you in the college setting where no one knows who you are and you can truly start fresh. now the new, more confident you, is thrown back into the whirlwind life of resturants, malls, movies, clubs, and endless house parties of the suburban lifestyle. the life that you didn't want to leave, you now find yourself wishing you didn't have to return to. sure, you will enjoy walking those same streets you once did as a kid, reuniting with the many friends you haven't seen in 9 months, and getting that little bit of the past back. who wouldn't want that. but yet, you still know that you don't want to leave the new life that you have made for yourself. however, you find yourself with no choice. rooms slowly empty, campus life dwindles down. then you get to that last week where people slowly, one by one, leave and return to their own past much like (yet oh so different) than your own. So at that note, i shall continue to make my trips over to frat village and the student ghetto, and party like i'm never going to leave. for this completly unnessisary online sob story with multiple gramatical errors only reminds you, that i still party on :)