I love college. Or as someone corrected me "I lovED college"
I guess I'll finally post since now I'm finally a college alumna and have this freetime...as opposed to all the non-freetime I had at Depauw from studying and drinking. How is life after graduating from college? It sucks. It's awful. I hate it.
I'm going to preface where I am coming from. Ever seen Animal House? I basically went to that school. I was John Belushi. Asher Roth's "I Love College" epitomized DePauw. Life was not real. As of last semester I crawled home from bars, drank on average 3-4 times a week, I blacked out twice a week, was hung over and wanted to die every Sunday, threw up during the day outside of east college and the library during my trek home because I was so hung over, almost got arrested a couple of times, depleted my bank account and lived by paycheck all for the sake of greencastle bars. This was all in honor of my last semester at DePauw. After all of that, now I feel old. Like REALLY OLD as if I aged ten folds since my departure from college and now there is not much to look forward to. I look back on my college days, and even though it was only a week ago when I was still student, I feel as if it was eons ago, where now I'm a mere spectator reminiscing on something good I use to have.
Who knew it would all go by so quickly. Like those four years, bam gone. Now high school seemed as if it was yesterday because of that. When I was still in college my mom constantly kept reminding me I was old and should start acting my age. I didn't realize what she was saying till now.
College was an excuse to not act your age, to not act real, hence the term I used rather frequently this second semester senior year, "unreal world" when describing DePauw. However the school work kept you in check though as to not take this "unreal world" out of hand. For instance I never thought Montgomery 1 was a real house a place where I resided for my senior year on campus. I thought of it as a play house, where friends, such as mine, would hire strippers for a housemate's 22nd birthday. Where pizza and beer would be thrown against walls and ceilings. Where pugs and cats (blue in particular) would come and play.
I'm pretty disappointed in the graduation ceremony. It was beautiful, the weather was nice, don't get me wrong, but the ceremony itself was lackluster. The speeches, bland. The processional, bland. Everything about it was just disappointingly bland. It just seemed all too methodical, nothing unique about it. Pomp and circumstance was played, speeches were given, but nothing took place that really represented the DePauw class of 2010. The sentiment I got from my last week of being there was the school wanting us out there as quick as possible. My high school graduation, an inner city public high school, was five times better than this, including performances from the students, by the students. And a way better cap toss to top it all off.
So these last few weeks were bad. Knowing that this lifestyle was coming to an end. Knowing I can't just scream through the walls where my best friends can simply respond to me by screaming back. Knowing I met the greatest people within those last few weeks only to say good bye to them shortly thereafter. It hurt so much knowing all of this. However, also knowing that everyone goes through this same process, that college is four years for everyone and that everyone gets a fair and equal taste of it makes me feel somewhat better as selfish as it sounds. It makes me feel better knowing that I can finally lose weight and fit half my wardrobe I had abandoned over the last semester. It makes me feel better that I now finally have time to be responsible for once and start the real world.
So here's to you old DePauw, despite a slight disappointment in what is suppose to be a grandeur of a graduation. I have learned a lot, I have lived a lot, I have loved a lot, I have cried a lot all within these past four years. Those four years finally gave meaning for me to the saying, "I can't imagine life without X", because after these four years, I can't imagine my life without X, without any of it. I also learned that lows in one's life are equally important as the highs. Because you learn from it all and I've learned so much, inside and outside the classroom. Learning has no discretion.
$160,000 later, thanks for the diploma, thanks for the memories.
I'm going to preface where I am coming from. Ever seen Animal House? I basically went to that school. I was John Belushi. Asher Roth's "I Love College" epitomized DePauw. Life was not real. As of last semester I crawled home from bars, drank on average 3-4 times a week, I blacked out twice a week, was hung over and wanted to die every Sunday, threw up during the day outside of east college and the library during my trek home because I was so hung over, almost got arrested a couple of times, depleted my bank account and lived by paycheck all for the sake of greencastle bars. This was all in honor of my last semester at DePauw. After all of that, now I feel old. Like REALLY OLD as if I aged ten folds since my departure from college and now there is not much to look forward to. I look back on my college days, and even though it was only a week ago when I was still student, I feel as if it was eons ago, where now I'm a mere spectator reminiscing on something good I use to have.
Who knew it would all go by so quickly. Like those four years, bam gone. Now high school seemed as if it was yesterday because of that. When I was still in college my mom constantly kept reminding me I was old and should start acting my age. I didn't realize what she was saying till now.
College was an excuse to not act your age, to not act real, hence the term I used rather frequently this second semester senior year, "unreal world" when describing DePauw. However the school work kept you in check though as to not take this "unreal world" out of hand. For instance I never thought Montgomery 1 was a real house a place where I resided for my senior year on campus. I thought of it as a play house, where friends, such as mine, would hire strippers for a housemate's 22nd birthday. Where pizza and beer would be thrown against walls and ceilings. Where pugs and cats (blue in particular) would come and play.
I'm pretty disappointed in the graduation ceremony. It was beautiful, the weather was nice, don't get me wrong, but the ceremony itself was lackluster. The speeches, bland. The processional, bland. Everything about it was just disappointingly bland. It just seemed all too methodical, nothing unique about it. Pomp and circumstance was played, speeches were given, but nothing took place that really represented the DePauw class of 2010. The sentiment I got from my last week of being there was the school wanting us out there as quick as possible. My high school graduation, an inner city public high school, was five times better than this, including performances from the students, by the students. And a way better cap toss to top it all off.
So these last few weeks were bad. Knowing that this lifestyle was coming to an end. Knowing I can't just scream through the walls where my best friends can simply respond to me by screaming back. Knowing I met the greatest people within those last few weeks only to say good bye to them shortly thereafter. It hurt so much knowing all of this. However, also knowing that everyone goes through this same process, that college is four years for everyone and that everyone gets a fair and equal taste of it makes me feel somewhat better as selfish as it sounds. It makes me feel better knowing that I can finally lose weight and fit half my wardrobe I had abandoned over the last semester. It makes me feel better that I now finally have time to be responsible for once and start the real world.
So here's to you old DePauw, despite a slight disappointment in what is suppose to be a grandeur of a graduation. I have learned a lot, I have lived a lot, I have loved a lot, I have cried a lot all within these past four years. Those four years finally gave meaning for me to the saying, "I can't imagine life without X", because after these four years, I can't imagine my life without X, without any of it. I also learned that lows in one's life are equally important as the highs. Because you learn from it all and I've learned so much, inside and outside the classroom. Learning has no discretion.
$160,000 later, thanks for the diploma, thanks for the memories.