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i am REALLY going to miss this.
i love webster parties.
i love that whenever we have a party in room 627, i feel like everyone ends up having a good time. i love when people are in my room and having fun. i love doing ballet with caroline in the middle of a huge crowd of people, making tons of mixed drinks in julie's elegant glasses, juggling apples while spelling yet AGAIN, dancing to "ay hombre" and "the way you make me feel," talking, laughing, gallivanting down the hall to and from the bathroom drunk...
i love that i have so many friends who are so different and unique and THEMSELVES and fun and hilarious and accepting of everything. it's hard to go home, where everything is so much more uptight.
i know that even if i wasn't going to africa next year, this would still be the end of an era. it'd still be the end of us all living in webster... only kelley and ashlyn will be left next year. and next year would force me to confront the question of whether we're friends for proximity, or friends just because we are. but i feel like when i come back, it won't be hard to fit back in and have friends. at the start of this year, aside from a few people i wasn't sure where to turn, where i fit. discovering that this year was so, so, so so much fun. so many good memories...!!!
it's also weird, realizing i'm almost done living in a dorm--FOREVER. all your life, you grow up knowing (or at least i did) that someday, you're going to go to college, you're going to live in a dorm, you're going to eat at a cafeteria (aka "deece"), you're going to have to walk down the hall and share a bathroom, you're going to live with a roommate. and now that era has come and gone faster than i knew it. i'll never live in a dorm again.
and although it has its inconveniences--not much space, the lack of a sink in the room, the hike to the bathroom, the times they don't clean up the puke in the hallway (let's not talk about whose puke it was), the noisy neighbors (not that it was a problem this year), hauling laundry downstairs to find the machines don't work, the scarcity and deplorable condition of kitchens, the possibility of having a bad roommate or bad neighbors or a bad hall or whatever--dorm life, in many ways, is pretty darn sweet. really, the reason i love it is because i'm surrounded by friends. anytime i want, someone's there. when i want to talk to someone, i just climb a flight of stairs or walk through the elevator lobby.
this isn't whatsoever profound. i'm just being all sentimental because after tonight, the last potluck and one of the last big webster parties, it's hard to realize and accept that it's really and truly about to end.
i love webster parties.
i love that whenever we have a party in room 627, i feel like everyone ends up having a good time. i love when people are in my room and having fun. i love doing ballet with caroline in the middle of a huge crowd of people, making tons of mixed drinks in julie's elegant glasses, juggling apples while spelling yet AGAIN, dancing to "ay hombre" and "the way you make me feel," talking, laughing, gallivanting down the hall to and from the bathroom drunk...
i love that i have so many friends who are so different and unique and THEMSELVES and fun and hilarious and accepting of everything. it's hard to go home, where everything is so much more uptight.
i know that even if i wasn't going to africa next year, this would still be the end of an era. it'd still be the end of us all living in webster... only kelley and ashlyn will be left next year. and next year would force me to confront the question of whether we're friends for proximity, or friends just because we are. but i feel like when i come back, it won't be hard to fit back in and have friends. at the start of this year, aside from a few people i wasn't sure where to turn, where i fit. discovering that this year was so, so, so so much fun. so many good memories...!!!
it's also weird, realizing i'm almost done living in a dorm--FOREVER. all your life, you grow up knowing (or at least i did) that someday, you're going to go to college, you're going to live in a dorm, you're going to eat at a cafeteria (aka "deece"), you're going to have to walk down the hall and share a bathroom, you're going to live with a roommate. and now that era has come and gone faster than i knew it. i'll never live in a dorm again.
and although it has its inconveniences--not much space, the lack of a sink in the room, the hike to the bathroom, the times they don't clean up the puke in the hallway (let's not talk about whose puke it was), the noisy neighbors (not that it was a problem this year), hauling laundry downstairs to find the machines don't work, the scarcity and deplorable condition of kitchens, the possibility of having a bad roommate or bad neighbors or a bad hall or whatever--dorm life, in many ways, is pretty darn sweet. really, the reason i love it is because i'm surrounded by friends. anytime i want, someone's there. when i want to talk to someone, i just climb a flight of stairs or walk through the elevator lobby.
this isn't whatsoever profound. i'm just being all sentimental because after tonight, the last potluck and one of the last big webster parties, it's hard to realize and accept that it's really and truly about to end.