Cheerleaders are pretty
I was sitting alongside Steffan in his Nissan Xterra last night, trying to think of people to call who could come and get coffee with us. I miss the days of old when a large group of people could be formed within minutes. Now I'm lucky if I can get more than a few people to hang out on a weeknight. Everyone has either gone off to college, gone insane, or spending all their time and money smoking pot. And as a result, what fun my life has become. Whenever I call people anymore I swear to God you can hear "Telephone Line" by ELO playing in the background. I'm not saying it's all gone to shit, because it hasn't. I still have tons of fun with the people that still enjoy hanging out. Like just the other night we were at Dan's watching Serendipity at two in the morning. I'm just saying that the times we had last year were better. And the fact that College has turned out to be the ultimate let-down hasn't helped things either. Last night at Panache I was discussing with Jason and Dan what we could do if we were to drop out of school. First we decided that we would drive around the countryside solving mysteries, but then we decided to start a Folk band. I will play the harmonica. If that doesn't work out I am going to train a team of Bengal Tigers to rob banks for me. The possibilities are endless, and limited only by my enrollment at Bradley University.
I had such great expectations for college. So what happened? Did I change? It's true that I had all these visions of what I would be doing at Bradley, and I have yet to live up to any of them. Like last night I was looking at my cup of Panache's own Dirty Mexican and it suddenly hit me that I once had a dream to be the college dude who walks into every class with a big cup of coffee in his hand. It seemed like such a simple dream, I couldn't believe I forgot about it. So this morning I stopped by Dunkin Donuts, where I picked up a cup of the most delicious beverage ever to be sold by donut-making Indians. When I walked into my Math class with my cup of coffee fastened proudly to my hand, I received some strange looks from the Frat guys that sit at my table.
"Were you in the drunk tank all night?" one of them asked as I sat down.
"Umm...no," I said, totally confused by this seemingly bizarre question.
This confused the Frat guys even further. "I thought maybe the cops were nice enough to buy you a cup of coffee," the lead one said.
Apparently these gentlemen believe that the only reason for a college student to have coffee is if he got totally shitfaced the previous night.
Later that afternoon I met Jason for lunch. Afterwards we went to the quad and watched the cheerleaders practice their routine from a nearby bench. At one point some guy was walking by, saw what we were doing, and smiled. He said like "Good job fellas" or something, and then proceeded to get on a crotch-rocket and speed away. It was the coolest thing I have ever seen, and when I grow up I want to be that guy. I also want to be Han Solo.
I had such great expectations for college. So what happened? Did I change? It's true that I had all these visions of what I would be doing at Bradley, and I have yet to live up to any of them. Like last night I was looking at my cup of Panache's own Dirty Mexican and it suddenly hit me that I once had a dream to be the college dude who walks into every class with a big cup of coffee in his hand. It seemed like such a simple dream, I couldn't believe I forgot about it. So this morning I stopped by Dunkin Donuts, where I picked up a cup of the most delicious beverage ever to be sold by donut-making Indians. When I walked into my Math class with my cup of coffee fastened proudly to my hand, I received some strange looks from the Frat guys that sit at my table.
"Were you in the drunk tank all night?" one of them asked as I sat down.
"Umm...no," I said, totally confused by this seemingly bizarre question.
This confused the Frat guys even further. "I thought maybe the cops were nice enough to buy you a cup of coffee," the lead one said.
Apparently these gentlemen believe that the only reason for a college student to have coffee is if he got totally shitfaced the previous night.
Later that afternoon I met Jason for lunch. Afterwards we went to the quad and watched the cheerleaders practice their routine from a nearby bench. At one point some guy was walking by, saw what we were doing, and smiled. He said like "Good job fellas" or something, and then proceeded to get on a crotch-rocket and speed away. It was the coolest thing I have ever seen, and when I grow up I want to be that guy. I also want to be Han Solo.