Mar 03, 2010 06:45
99% of the time I think I would rather shoot myself in the face than be a freshman again......but every now and then something triggers a memory of my dorm days, and I can't help but think of all of the things that will never be the same again. Right now is one of those times because I am studying for my 300 level nutrition class, which is basically the same material as the 100 level nutrition class that I took freshman year with Britt.....and I find myself smiling quite a bit, remembering the nights we would get John to quiz us, and he would get so frustrated because we could never get serious. When I do take the time to think about that first year at MSU, there are so many little things that made it so perfect, and so many reasons to wish I could have it back, like.....
Slippers in the caf
Dancing off the inches
Living with Chloe......or seeing her at all, for that matter.
Thursday night Greys w/ Andres
Having deep talks with Rob for hours at a time when we both took Adderall
Becoming friends with the MSU police because Rebekah was MIA
Going to Taco Bell when the wind chill was in the -20's
Merc-Din & movie nights
Pot roast in the eye
HB
Birthday shots
"Cheerleading" for the IM bball team
Journeying to DChi to retrieve undergarments......
Going to class only to have a massive chatroom with everyone from our hall
Funny conversations with Patrick
John randomly speaking in German......and stealing scissors and glue from an RA.
Wine Wednesdays
America's Next Top Model
Talking to Pavel in abnormally high voices
The best St. Patricks Day ever
1 West Karaoke AKA screamfest in Kyle's room at 3am
Suite-mate battles over a duck rug......
Massive sidewalk chalk sketches of everyone from the hall
Breaking every rule we possibly could.
Rationing the party location based on how many times everyone had been written up
Cig-break-bonding with Craig and Kyle.....VIP only.
Craig convincing me that it was NOT gross to smoke a half-smoked cig out of the public ashtray
General Rage-like behavior
Summer Reunions
Having a group of friends that truly felt like a family, and who at one time used to lift each other up instead of tearing each other down. Back when nobody needed to be in the spotlight all the time.
I would be lying if I said that I don't miss those days dearly. I think that might have been the best year of my life........followed shortly by two years of a living hell.
Not that I'm necessarily pointing fingers, but something about the timing seems like it can't just be a coincidence. Something very specific was added into the mix that changed the whole group forever, and I would never want to be a part of it again. But I still have that year of memories to think back on and smile whenever I study for this class.
The end.