the photograph on the dashboard taken years ago
so the semester's almost over and now the time has come where i reflect upon all the craziness which surrounds my new life.
my earliest memory of umass is from three months ago, almost to the day. i'm glued to the small window of an md-80 plane, watching the pavemnt on the runway streak by, faster and faster, until i was above the skyline of atlanta...traveling a thousand miles away from everything that i've ever know. i felt sick, and it wasn't just the turbulance.
i remember the last meal that i had with my family as the old maridath...we went to applebee's in amherst that night before i moved into my dorm. i had an oriental chicken wrap. how do i remember this? it seems like ten years ago...seems like i was ten years younger then.
now it feels like i've been at umass my whole life...although i can't believe that the semester is almost over. it's funny isn't it, that the place that used to feel like home doesn't anymore...
there are so many people that i love here, and i have so many people to thank for making my move up here easier. what a story i've created with some of them!
whorehouse was of course, the highlight of my semester. i have never been around a more eclectic, funky, loving, over-sexed group in my life. i love and miss seeing them everyday. whorehouse...there are no words. who would've thought that pokes fun at southern culture would be where i met all my friends? ironic, isn't it?
and who could forget kylie? how i love her. my dear sweet roomate who has helped me in so many ways. countless hours of advice, listening to me bitch, (let's face it..who wants that job?), taking care of me when i stumbled home drunk at 4am, and her humor which always keeps me grounded, and keeps me from taking myself too seriously. she helps me laugh at myself.
"you have to laugh at yourself, because, you'd cry your eyes out if you didn't.." -emily sailers (of the indigo girls)
my wish this christmas season is for everyone who's been there for me this semester to know how much they mean to me. i really do love them.
okay, now that i've oozed enough sap i'm going to stop...but cliche as it may sound, i do love you guys!
love,
maridath
my earliest memory of umass is from three months ago, almost to the day. i'm glued to the small window of an md-80 plane, watching the pavemnt on the runway streak by, faster and faster, until i was above the skyline of atlanta...traveling a thousand miles away from everything that i've ever know. i felt sick, and it wasn't just the turbulance.
i remember the last meal that i had with my family as the old maridath...we went to applebee's in amherst that night before i moved into my dorm. i had an oriental chicken wrap. how do i remember this? it seems like ten years ago...seems like i was ten years younger then.
now it feels like i've been at umass my whole life...although i can't believe that the semester is almost over. it's funny isn't it, that the place that used to feel like home doesn't anymore...
there are so many people that i love here, and i have so many people to thank for making my move up here easier. what a story i've created with some of them!
whorehouse was of course, the highlight of my semester. i have never been around a more eclectic, funky, loving, over-sexed group in my life. i love and miss seeing them everyday. whorehouse...there are no words. who would've thought that pokes fun at southern culture would be where i met all my friends? ironic, isn't it?
and who could forget kylie? how i love her. my dear sweet roomate who has helped me in so many ways. countless hours of advice, listening to me bitch, (let's face it..who wants that job?), taking care of me when i stumbled home drunk at 4am, and her humor which always keeps me grounded, and keeps me from taking myself too seriously. she helps me laugh at myself.
"you have to laugh at yourself, because, you'd cry your eyes out if you didn't.." -emily sailers (of the indigo girls)
my wish this christmas season is for everyone who's been there for me this semester to know how much they mean to me. i really do love them.
okay, now that i've oozed enough sap i'm going to stop...but cliche as it may sound, i do love you guys!
love,
maridath