stony brook.
It seems every time I travel, I cannot get away from my roots. For instance, when I went to France in high school, on line to the Notre Dame, this little old lady happened to be a graduate from Curtis in 1945. Then, I met Dan, one of the guys from the guys' high school, in Strasbourg.
I kind of expected to encounter that, but hadn't until I was talking to my classmate earlier this trimester, and he was going on about basketball and how the US has a bigger sense of university pride with sports and all, and we definitely do. He follows march madness too, and he asked if I pay attention to schools, and I said, not really, though I check up on my undergrad. Which uni was that, he asked. Stony Brook University, I replied.
"Ah, my mate plays basketball for Stony Brook U. This is his last year," he told me. We both laughed, how weird was that?! Across the ocean again, and my school follows me.
During our assessment week, we were doing an annotated bibliography of 50 journals, and my classmate, Laurelin, came over and poked me and said, "Guess what?" I asked her what, and she pointed out, she was reading a journal published from Stony Brook University.
I couldn't help but smile. It really follows me everywhere. Staten Island, high school, and now Stony Brook.
Back over the winter break, when Kim and I met Carlos and Michele at the Brooklyn Museum, we were taking a walk to get food, and Carlos said, "Hey, do you ever miss Stony Brook?"
Kim quickly said no, to which I shook my head and replied, yea, I do. And we went on talking about it, and what we missed. I guess you'll always have that nostalgia for undergrad, especially if you loved it.
We missed being easily accessible to friends - a walk away, a walk down the hall, or into your room. You miss, not necessarily being ignorant, but in a bubble world, not concerned so much with the world and the future, but the now and your stupid BIO 310 exam, or something like that. With your pledging, your sorority, greek life, your clubs and activities. As President of this, are you going to do this or that?
You're worried about who's driving home from a mixer sober, getting groceries, if you'll have time to see your other friends. When you're going to see your boyfriend in between packed weeks.
Where you drank too much the first time, and smoked weed, and cigarettes, worried about what to wear to a club.
When things were somewhat simpler, while getting more complicated, but in a basic way, maybe with friends or something, not thinking of jobs, paying back loans, and the rest of your life. I mean you still worry about these things sometimes, but they're not as big a priority.
I miss do SBU, and whatever if you think I'm a dweller of the past, I just appreciate it and it is something to miss once in a while. It's where I made some of my very best friends, met people that make me who I am, and admired them for their own qualities, as well as fell in love.
I'd be more worried if I was stuck in one place because of it, but I'm slowly moving along here, trying to keep ahold and enjoy the present.
And as of now, I wish I had one more year at Edinburgh Napier, because I love my classmates and it's moving all so fast, and I think one more year, and we'd all be super close, and it'd be great.
I kind of expected to encounter that, but hadn't until I was talking to my classmate earlier this trimester, and he was going on about basketball and how the US has a bigger sense of university pride with sports and all, and we definitely do. He follows march madness too, and he asked if I pay attention to schools, and I said, not really, though I check up on my undergrad. Which uni was that, he asked. Stony Brook University, I replied.
"Ah, my mate plays basketball for Stony Brook U. This is his last year," he told me. We both laughed, how weird was that?! Across the ocean again, and my school follows me.
During our assessment week, we were doing an annotated bibliography of 50 journals, and my classmate, Laurelin, came over and poked me and said, "Guess what?" I asked her what, and she pointed out, she was reading a journal published from Stony Brook University.
I couldn't help but smile. It really follows me everywhere. Staten Island, high school, and now Stony Brook.
Back over the winter break, when Kim and I met Carlos and Michele at the Brooklyn Museum, we were taking a walk to get food, and Carlos said, "Hey, do you ever miss Stony Brook?"
Kim quickly said no, to which I shook my head and replied, yea, I do. And we went on talking about it, and what we missed. I guess you'll always have that nostalgia for undergrad, especially if you loved it.
We missed being easily accessible to friends - a walk away, a walk down the hall, or into your room. You miss, not necessarily being ignorant, but in a bubble world, not concerned so much with the world and the future, but the now and your stupid BIO 310 exam, or something like that. With your pledging, your sorority, greek life, your clubs and activities. As President of this, are you going to do this or that?
You're worried about who's driving home from a mixer sober, getting groceries, if you'll have time to see your other friends. When you're going to see your boyfriend in between packed weeks.
Where you drank too much the first time, and smoked weed, and cigarettes, worried about what to wear to a club.
When things were somewhat simpler, while getting more complicated, but in a basic way, maybe with friends or something, not thinking of jobs, paying back loans, and the rest of your life. I mean you still worry about these things sometimes, but they're not as big a priority.
I miss do SBU, and whatever if you think I'm a dweller of the past, I just appreciate it and it is something to miss once in a while. It's where I made some of my very best friends, met people that make me who I am, and admired them for their own qualities, as well as fell in love.
I'd be more worried if I was stuck in one place because of it, but I'm slowly moving along here, trying to keep ahold and enjoy the present.
And as of now, I wish I had one more year at Edinburgh Napier, because I love my classmates and it's moving all so fast, and I think one more year, and we'd all be super close, and it'd be great.