YWW
Yearling Winter Weekend is the Yuk class' formal event. Every class gets one: plebes = Plebe parent weekend, Cows = 500th night (500 days until graduation, and Firsties = ring weekend, when they get class rings, big, BIG deal here since we started the ring tradition in America, as well as 100th night, 100 nights until graduation, and of course, the biggest and best of all, graduation. It's what we all go towards celebrating.
This is how it works for guys: invite your girlfriend to impress her with how "hard" you've been working, but really, you're too smart for homework and are the best thing this Earth has to offer. Then, take her out to the city to show her that you know NYC as well as your old hometown. Little will she know how much planning you really put into this weekend. If you don't have a girlfriend, then you get your buddy to "hook you up" with some girl who's impressed by the sound of your name and will likely make out with you at a moment's notice.
Oops. A little harsh, but yes, you'll get the jist. Anyways, I don't have a date, so I won't be doing any of that formality stuff. On Friday, I'll be seeing Avenue Q and finally getting my pants back from that hotel I left them at in November!!! No no no, it's not as shady as it seems. I hung my cadet casual pants up in the closet. I wasn't going to wear those out for real. When we left, I forgot them. I called them and told them I would be back in 3 months. Let's see how that goes, huh?
I'm well, much happier now that I'm enjoying the things I do. Trying not to be such a tool, but yeah, apparently I deviate so much from the person I am at home; I care for rules, complain way too much, stifled creativity, etc. Someone brought that to my attention and I believe it's true. I take it as a part of me that I must leave growing up and becoming an adult, a soldier, a leader. I'm moving on, I'm NOT at home anymore, as glorious as that used to be in all it's intentions. I feel love in my bones and and adjusting still to this fluid identity concept. However, I think it's starting to all sink in. I'm happy. I love it all.
This is how it works for guys: invite your girlfriend to impress her with how "hard" you've been working, but really, you're too smart for homework and are the best thing this Earth has to offer. Then, take her out to the city to show her that you know NYC as well as your old hometown. Little will she know how much planning you really put into this weekend. If you don't have a girlfriend, then you get your buddy to "hook you up" with some girl who's impressed by the sound of your name and will likely make out with you at a moment's notice.
Oops. A little harsh, but yes, you'll get the jist. Anyways, I don't have a date, so I won't be doing any of that formality stuff. On Friday, I'll be seeing Avenue Q and finally getting my pants back from that hotel I left them at in November!!! No no no, it's not as shady as it seems. I hung my cadet casual pants up in the closet. I wasn't going to wear those out for real. When we left, I forgot them. I called them and told them I would be back in 3 months. Let's see how that goes, huh?
I'm well, much happier now that I'm enjoying the things I do. Trying not to be such a tool, but yeah, apparently I deviate so much from the person I am at home; I care for rules, complain way too much, stifled creativity, etc. Someone brought that to my attention and I believe it's true. I take it as a part of me that I must leave growing up and becoming an adult, a soldier, a leader. I'm moving on, I'm NOT at home anymore, as glorious as that used to be in all it's intentions. I feel love in my bones and and adjusting still to this fluid identity concept. However, I think it's starting to all sink in. I'm happy. I love it all.